‘HERO IN A PINK PINAFORE’ by Rowan Marcus Glennys arched her aching back and prepared for the night’s shift. It would be a long one. She was on the deep-clean crew, tasked with cleaning the Intensive Care Unit overnight. A shudder went down her bending spine as she thought about the invisible enemy that was not just theoretically everywhere, but here in actual fact. The doors she was about to push open were filled with patients who not only had Coronavirus, but for whom the battle had now become serious. The ward would be swimming with the virus – and it was her task to eliminate as much of it as possible, her weapons an artillery of mops, gloves, masks, cloths and bleach. “Why do you do it?” someone had asked her the day before. “It’s not as if you are even paid well.” “I’m here to look after the patients,” she had replied with all the conviction of a doctor. After all, if the cleaners did not clean, the hospital could not open at all. The virus that resisted attempts t
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