Lena stared at the message. Her eyes stung.
“I have a cracked window too. I thought I was the only one who noticed the light through it looks different than through a whole one. Thank you for posting this. I don’t feel so alone.” lets post it
Vanity? No. If it were vanity, she would have posted the smiling photo from the beach last summer, the one where the light made her look like she’d never known a sad day. Lena stared at the message
Lena leaned back in her chair. The apartment was quiet except for the refrigerator’s low thrum and the distant siren of a city that never stopped moving. Outside, people were falling in love, quitting jobs, getting bad news from doctors, burning toast. All the ordinary apocalypses of a Tuesday. And here she was, about to broadcast her own small apocalypse to two hundred and forty-seven followers, most of whom she hadn’t spoken to since high school. I thought I was the only one who
Outside, the city kept moving. And for the first time in a long time, Lena moved with it.