sunday scribblings

been out of touch for a bit, this is late but the prompt sparked a thought (or two).

sunday scribblings "disconnected"

disconnected

she reached into her purse and fumbled around for her phone. the constant texts were polite, apologetic, and annoying at the same time. the turned the alerts off and dropped the phone back into her bag. looking around, she realised she was stood in the middle of the sidewalk, other pedestrians making a gully around her immovable figure. she slung the bag back over her shoulder and headed towards the coffee shop. hopefully the presence of her good friends would bring back some reality into her life. make her feel more connected to the rest of the world. ever since she shut the door, she needed them even more.