Lena stared at the message. Her eyes stung.
Connection? Closer. But connection required risk. You couldn’t just dangle your pain over the digital railing and hope someone grabbed on. Sometimes people just watched it dangle. lets post it
The first was too angry. The second, too sad. The third tried to be funny about the whole thing, which felt like putting a clown nose on a tombstone. The fourth was honest, but honesty without art is just noise. The fifth was poetry, but poetry felt like hiding. The sixth was a single word: Enough . She deleted it. The seventh was the one she kept. Lena stared at the message
She put it on the windowsill, in the path of the cracked light. Closer
She took a sip of cold coffee and made a face.