The First Pet Rock

Georgia Park

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

Her texts had a way of spiraling downwards as they got closer together.  He sometimes ignored the first of them just to see how the pattern would progress; how the content would degrade.

“I’m just going to stay in and do some homework tonight. #imagentlemanANDascholar”

“Fuck it. I’m gonna get some pizza.”

“Great. Now I feel fat. :-/”

“I’m at the dog friendly bar.”

“It’s very coupley here.”

“That cute bartender is here.”

There was a lull in the text messages at this point, then they came again, around 11pm in rapidfire succession.

“Can I sleep with oyu tonite?” He decided to ignore this text, seeing as how she was obviously drunk again and there was only half a chance she meant it. But she went on.

“Josh is bad.”

“Scared.”

“SOS OSSOS”

“Cn you come get mee? pleas”

“Where are you?” He wrote back. She sent an address and…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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