I’m sorry.
Things fell out of my hands.
I got annoyed—I got upset,
And by the end of it, I’d lost my place.
My sense of rhythm. Continue reading
I’m sorry.
Things fell out of my hands.
I got annoyed—I got upset,
And by the end of it, I’d lost my place.
My sense of rhythm. Continue reading
Gerald did not know when he’d turned off the lights. He’d been sitting in the dark for a long time. The screen the only source of illumination, not even a lantern worth of light to see. His stomach curled up and hard, twisting. He closed his eyes for a moment, and breathed out, trying to force images out of his head. Faces and names and moments.
The screen showed he’d pulled up a few different chat bubbles. He’d not typed into any of them. They all had a few things in common, a few connecting features between the people presented. Girls. Women. Above his age. Never spoken to any of them. Never video chatted. Cost too much. Continue reading