25th
A short story about smartphones.
There wasn’t a single person at the party looking at something other than their phone.
Every few minutes someone would look up to see if they knew someone else at the party, but before long they were back on their phone.
Everyone desperately trying to locate anyone they might know instead of talking to the no ones around them.
I pulled my phone out and sent a mass text to every phone number I could imagine.
“We are all just skin and guts and blood and bones.” I texted.
I got one response from a number I didn’t have in my phone.
“Thank you, you’re right.” They said.
I looked up from my phone to see if the person who sent it was at the party. After a moment I looked back down at my phone; waiting for another response.
I was just skin and guts and blood and bones like everyone else.
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