(Texting on a November Day)

(This story sat unpublished for four years. I have decided to publish it, without editing.)

It’s 5pm on Wednesday in Oakland, CA and the sun is already setting. Jason is pacing around his apartment. He still isn’t hungry for lunch, having eaten a big breakfast around noon with too much coffee, having typically slept in, having typically stayed up late reading various articles on Reddit. He feels restless, tries to work, stares at his laptop screen. He wants something else, though: interaction.