She was feeling lost, empty. It had been nearly four days. Suddenly, the texts came flooding in.
“Where r u?”
“Can we talk?”
“Y won’t u call me bak?”
“This isn’t just about us anymore.”
“Please. I need to know what’s happening.”
They were all from him. She knew things were getting serious, he had begun spelling his words out properly and fully.
She tried to respond. Once, twice, three times. But the words weren’t coming. There was nothing left to say.
She switched her mobile off, and buried it at the bottom of her bag. She’d try again tomorrow.
A drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.