by Devin Myles

I haven’t spoken to anyone for almost twelve months. Instead of commuting, I go for a walk and breathe in fresh air. There’s no need for manners or to ask for change, because I pay by tapping plastic in an auto booth. Party invitations have ceased, together with themed pub evenings and catch-up coffees in crowded cafés. I’ve received no false promises of meeting up later nor accidently bumped into someone I recognise. It’s been the best year of my life.


Devin Myles is an imaginary figure who set up a website for his short stories during a pandemic and started tweeting doodles from here.