As a bit of a lark, I entered an image into a competition. The rules were that only 5 paid for items could be used, the rest had to be freebies, and the theme was 'Love is different now' and covered St Valentines Day.
To my total shock I won first prize (US$15) Hope the image isn't too big - sorry if it is.
The image is called:
'One is the loneliest number'
For some reason the title came first, and then the story, and then the image. The story was:
"Vickie has recently lost her love during the pandemic. It was just so sudden. He was only 29 and as fit as a fiddle. He got sick, feeling awful and looking blue-grey. That evening he was rushed to hospital, and she was told he'd be lucky to survive the night. That was Saturday, by Thursday they were talking about releasing him on the next Saturday. Friday, he got worse at an astonishing rate and died of multi-organ failure on Saturday, the intended day of release. She'd never even got the chance to hold his hand and say goodbye. Now today, absorbing the news the pregnancy test has just given her, Vickie went to where they had first met and she felt closest to him, ordering the same as they had eaten on their first meeting in the park. Chips and frankfurter, with coke. What a meagre meal for the weight of meaning now attached. He had Gypsy Tart to follow, a revolting local delicacy consisting mostly of sugar cooked in condensed milk. Sitting in her chair, the tears gently rolled down her face as his chair remained empty next to her. But it was the closest she'd felt to him since.. since that awful day.
It was not the way she'd expected to celebrate their first child, celebrate their love for each other...
Celebrate being together...
How can anyone bear it?"
[The illness progression was exactly as happened to one lady we know/knew. Her husband, 11 months on is still utterly rudderless. His world has been eviscerated.]

Regards,
Richard.