Oddly, the address of the building she had worked in, the building that should be right here but somehow isn’t, is still there. It no longer consists of molded and brushed steel numerals affixed to a sleek professional tower. It now looks more like a status: “1,601 Available Now,” proclaims a handwritten sign hanging from a solitary post. She feels a vague fear running its way up from her toes.
Absent-mindedly craving security, her fingers pull her phone out of her cardigan pocket to check it, almost at the same instant it registers that she can see no power lines anywhere. She thumbs the button to turn the display on and is pathetically comforted to see the icon telling her she has a pending message.
This is a Six Sentence Stories installment. It’s been hectic around here and I missed a week, so I’m making myself feel less behind by getting two cues in one story. Last week’s cue was “address” and this week’s is “check.” Aren’t I just the clever one?
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