Part VII: Time Warp 2000’s – Cut! #15 (Chapter 117)
I grow bored with lighting matches.
What
thrill is left when every strike follows the laws of physics?
For example, if I turn the lighted match sideways, the tip of
the flame still reaches upward, perhaps widening a bit and sometimes splitting
off into two flames.
If I turn the match upside down, the flame licks at my finger
and thumb.
I rewrap the three match boxes into one and return it back to
my underwear drawer.
You lied to me.
They said you were released on probation over two months ago.
Well, you can’t find me.
Do you think I was stupid enough to give you my real name?
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Poor Shel.
So
awkward in cyberspace.
I
may be a cyber-klutz, but he’s like a fish out of water with a bicycle. Not exactly embracing the 21st century with great
enthusiasm.
About
Candy.
I
want to crawl into a hole, hide, assume a fake name.
I
can no longer put off dealing with Candy’s messages: I scroll up and down to
her “Important Message!” and “Did you get my letter?”
I
pause before clicking on – once I access those messages, there will be no
turning back.
“Important
Message!” was dated earlier, so I click on it.
The
text turns out to be the same as the letter I had received via TimeCycle, so I
click onto “Did you get my message?”
Which begins, over the next two weeks, a string of awkward messages, back and forth.
