I s o l a t i on N a t a s h a M a y a B i n t i C h e k P a
An ear-piercing alarm blared throughout the neighbourhood, followed by the soft humming buzz of modern engines trekking up poorly maintained roads. A familiar irritation burned at the tips of Ayeesha’s skin at the noise, signaling all residents to be on stand-by. The racket jarred her meditative session with warm coffee and a highly-sought after novel — paperback version. A rare gem in the midst of the prevalent pandemic haunting the world since late 2019; which led to a decreased production of paper. With a heavy sigh, she set her book onto the marble kitchen counter and made her way to the front door; but not before putting on a flimsy white hazmat suit, courtesy of the government. Once outside, she was greeted by the rare sight of her neighbours, all adorning the same protective gear, coming out from identical one- storey houses, wearing the same tired expressions. Slowly driving past the neighbourhood was a large rectangular lorry, with its shiny black surface reflecting the afternoon sun. It was a stark contrast to the old lorries built mainly for practicality and low cost. This vehicle was crafted out of expensive lightweight
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