[ Sometimes, you’re trying to text a friend. Sometimes that friend’s name is “Susie”, with an S. And sometimes you accidentally text a not-friend who is under your phone contacts by “Shape”. Which also stars with an S.
And you never get a text back, but sometimes you do get a response of a sort. Like this one.
He shows up a short while after the misfire, out in the middle of the snow on Mount Ormond, by the visitors’ information board. Anyone can tell he’s there because the mountain is eerily quiet. The usual low howling of the icy winds, the cracking and breaking and falling of icicles, the distant cawing of crows… it’s all missing. All signs of life and the passing of time just goes completely dead silent. Even here, the presence of the purest evil is acknowledged by everything.
And he watches. Stares. Does nothing and says nothing, but he’s there, as though waiting for an answer. ]
a texting thread but also not
And you never get a text back, but sometimes you do get a response of a sort. Like this one.
He shows up a short while after the misfire, out in the middle of the snow on Mount Ormond, by the visitors’ information board. Anyone can tell he’s there because the mountain is eerily quiet. The usual low howling of the icy winds, the cracking and breaking and falling of icicles, the distant cawing of crows… it’s all missing. All signs of life and the passing of time just goes completely dead silent. Even here, the presence of the purest evil is acknowledged by everything.
And he watches. Stares. Does nothing and says nothing, but he’s there, as though waiting for an answer. ]