First Dose Problems, or The Privilege of a Sore Arm

A 50-word story about guilt

The needle stabs and the guilt stings. My country, the USA, has spread the virus and hoarded the vaccine.

I’ve commiserated with my international friends who remain at risk, but didn’t delay my first dose.

Soon I’ll travel safe while they’re still locked down.

Cheap flights beckon. My guilt fades.