‘Fortnight Sonata’ By Cecilia Sarthe

This I wrote when being under strict quarantine with my husband. Both of locked in a tiny apartment day and night. That’s when he started playing Fortnite and being so engaged with the game and the fictional world it created that, there were times, when I thought the game would engulf him completely. That he, himself, would turn into one of those bits and bytes characters. And what if he actually did? What if reality and game became one? What if he his aim were to remain the last man standing in our own quarantined reality? That’s when reality turned into horror. That’s when this story was born.

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