Text - Your Life Depends On It
"He's there, isn't he? You see him, don't you? No matter how fast I walk, he's still the same distance away. I'm practically breathless from running, and he appears calm. Nonchalant. I'm so scared?" I text my girlfriend.
"To blurry," she answers. "No way to identify him if you end up dead?"
Quit texting, idiot, and run! I tell myself, but take another look….
"He's gone. Oh God, where is he?" I text.
"Hey gorgeous, what's the hurry?" A deep voice asks.
"How?" my last words as I faint in his arms.
"Gotta love texting bitches and a foggy night."
Yolanda Renée © 2023
Thought I'd change it up
a drabble for fun.
and they say
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