she held the phone for a moment, watching the bright screen before flipping it shut.
ahhh the joy of technology, that ability to always connect...
she should throw the damn thing out the window and blame the silence on that.
no communication without connection is better than all this connecting to useless communication.
then again, what would be the point really?
it would just find her again...she's too far in to let go.
tomorrow would bring a new phone that would snap a new picture of a smiling image taken before the emotions crept in.
a creepy face on a creepy contraption, that connects to a communication that no technology can keep together.
can you hear me now?
