Moments

It was past time to go. If she left right now, she would only be marginally late, the kind of late that could be excused by traffic or weather. But only if she moved now, right this instance.

Then, another reply popped up, and another, and another. Some ridiculously big twitter account had retweeted that one stupid tweet from last year, and it made all the rounds. Ping. Another retweet. Ping. Another fav. Ping ping ping. Replies mentions replies.

She found that she could not move. It was all too much. Too many pings, too many replies. Buzz buzz buzz.

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