Her Tumblarity

Anna sat in her living room, chomping on frozen grapes and homemade croutons. That was one thing about Anna, for all the things she couldn’t manage to fit into her schedule, making healthy, somewhat gourmet snacks wasn’t one of them. The Gmail tab in her browser caught her attention. She had e-Mail. She checked it. Nothing new, more talk of improv teams, rehearsing and performing, promoting, etc. Then a panic struck her. “Should I check my Tumblarity?” she thought. Surely after a month of not logging in, it would have plummeted, and on a mockingly drizzly day like this, who needed further disappointing? At least those grapes were good, she told herself. If nothing else, the grapes would make up for it. Snapping into one, she clicked on her Bookmarks panel, hesitated, scrolled down and selected Tumblr. A pain coursed up through her arm as she did so. Logging in, she paused, savoring another crouton. “This is great”, she whispered to herself, “It’ll be okay.” The User-name was entered, now the Password. “Soon, it’ll be over.” The last character typed, she took another grape and rolled it between her fingers; it was cool, dewy, reminiscent of spring. “This could be it, the last one I’ll ever eat.” As her pinky grazed the Return key, a noise caught her attention. Quickly, she set her Mac Book on the coffee table, next to the remaining grapes. “I want more grapes, but I should investigate.” Every step towards the window, and away from the grapes, made a creaking sound. Anna was incredibly aware of her breathing; IN, out, IN out, no grapes. The bathroom and kitchen faucets dripped simultaneously, then stopped altogether. She arrived at the window, carefully peaking out, and was eaten by a ghost.

The End.

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