The remanence of equatorial daylight struggled under the surging black clouds. Tweeting birds fused with misty bamboo trees in silhouette. A current of damp wind flowed over the tea bushes and flipped the last page of the book on her lap.

Completely unplugged at a lavish eco-lodge for a week, she felt herself rebooting. Soon she’d be back to the world compressed into the work-life interface, of optimizing and multitasking.

The sky rumbled, and a light flashed. Then, the rain fell, making static noise.

She got up and packed, a smiley emoji icon pasted on her face.


For Friday Fictioneers – 12 July 2019.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson



22 thoughts on “disconnected

  1. I love this. Smiley emoji pasted on the face, that’s so true for our more than half cyberspaced lives these days. I’m hearing people say LOL…

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