A month later,
Alice comes to me
yelping
like the white rabbit
from her favorite movie.
"Charlie, I'm late! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"
I don't know
why she chose now
to suddenly reenact
her favorite movie.
She rushes into my bathroom
before I can ask
about the pharmacy bag in her hands.
It is that moment
when my brain finally processes
the image from her phone.
Her calender.
I understand now
what she meant by
"I'm late"
and why she rushed over here
just
to use the bathroom.
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Gumdrop Slides (cell phone novel)
Short StoryI'm trying my hand at this cpn thing, let's see where it goes edit: I ended it up making it rather short, but I think it turned out okay for a first try.
