Time got away from me. A frequent occurrence anymore. “Must place heels down to stop the flow of time.” Thanks to Rochelle, as always, for providing this wonderful opportunity that is Friday Fictioneers.
No Longer Plugged In
My friends hated coming to my house because my parents despised texting when people were present: “Rude and unacceptable.”
My friends lived their lives on Facebook and Instagram, glossing over the ugly bits, constantly redesigning themselves so they were social media-friendly.
Without their phones and social media affirmation, my friends wander in a barren world
Caitlin appeared on my doorstep: “I had overnight oats for breakfast with very red strawberries.”
Noelle twirled in her dress. “It swirls.”
Tiffany held a blue martini toward the light: “Cerulean.”
Stephanie raised her dead phone to take a selfie. “I’m significant.”