I am doing good the last words that I read your final text nothing more to add I replied later then I waited for more two ticks of grey checking to see them change No response I messaged once more one tick grey unchanging waiting in the dark in daylight the single grey remained
I rationalized theft of your device flushed down the toilet screen cracked in for repair Then I imagined tragedies illness had struck car was crashed knocked down heart attack abduction or worse, seduction
Two days passed grey ticks turned to blue I hoped and checked pondered texting should I let it be Or maybe call the tone rang out I tried again the silence continued Now I have the memory the smile your tears and the question Are you okay?
The beauty of the lightpainting the river in colourbuildings in spectral decorationcelebration and jubilationCrossing the bridge walk past another on cardboard beddinga […]
