She sits on a bench at High Park.
It's an alluring fair weather day; her hair shines, competing with the sun. The ancient blue; the waving leaves and flowers; the bird's flapping wings; the atoms of every thing: they are all there, eager and ready to volunteer a kiss on her cheek. How tragic it is though! For she won't even gaze at that collection of Grace That looms, zealously, over the shell of her hands. She stares at her I-Device with once dreamy green eyes that are now revealed dull and unfilled. She's bit the cursed apple; Her soul got trapped Into a 4.7 inches sapphire glass display screen. She's become a mute, a ghost, an animated version of her current self: a Facebook profile. Any passerby would be able to witness Her severe state of affliction: she can't updated her newsfeed and her battery is at 1%! However, despite the angst She knows everything will be fine: for as any reasonable person like her would do, she's downloaded a trendy app called Save My Life. the application will automatically set an ambulance on its way As soon as her Slim User-friendly Pocket baby Dies. The app's developers claim they have the best paramedics on market: They will put you on a scretcher; make sure that you are working properly. But, obviously, not before putting your Smartphone To charge.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
|