Liz stared
outside. The leaves were a shade of green that the rain created, her eyes
looked at it but her mind was traveling far away. It was the second day
that Jim had not shown up to work. Looking at her phone every few minutes was
not doing anything to calm her agitation. 'Maybe I should check his Facebook updates’,
she thought. That was something that Jim would not have approved of.
'Facebook is for
faggots. If Facebook existed a hundred years back, do you think Hemingway would
have insulted Faulkner?' he asked.
‘But imagine what
fun the posts would have created. Maybe Faulkner would have introduced
Hemingway to a few of his choicest words from the dictionary' she
said.
In spite of that, Jim did an occasional
update. So that might be a good place to start before panic attacks and unofficial
search parties. She scrolled through a few videos of songs, some random movie
posts and suddenly an update that struck her as odd - Nietzsche's quote 'The
living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.' That
was two days ago and it was followed by a strange and abrupt wall update saying
' Fearsome Dive Music'.
What the hell did
that mean?
