Blatant Lies

  “What’s FEED saying about me?” I ask. She says “Nothing new.” I don’t see her app anywhere. “Where’s your access?” She shrugs, “Its off. I cracked the casing in the back and deactivated it. I’m not turning it on either, not yet.”

  “How will we … find our way back?” I look at her helplessly, “We’re blind without it.” Her nicotine breath comes out as a thin mist, “Find our way back where?”

  I find myself stumbling to respond.

  “Back,” I say, “Back. Wherever, anywhere.” Her question to me is, “Where do you want to go?”

23 December 2012