Oct 25, 2019
6 min read
Predictive Text
Her new phone finally arrived in the mail.
Like any addict, she’d felt the itch of withdrawal as she tried to fill her time trying to avoid thinking about it.
What time is it? No phone.
What am I doing tomorrow? No phone.
Her hand reflexively jerked toward her back pocket where she kept it but her pocket was empty — over and over and over again.
