She hurtles after him. A single neon street lamp barely reveals the aftermath of a road attacked by storm clouds.Wind bellowing through her hair. Full flight beneath her feet. Anticipation burning in her chest. Stealth glowing behind her cat eyes.
My eyes flutter open.
She is gaining on him.
His hair slicked with sweat.
iPhone reads 4:56am. Unplug it.
His heart roars.
Roll over beneath the covers.
He’s losing ground.
And still, he runs. Crying out to his thighs, his biceps, his blood to CUT JUMP MOVE NOW! But –
Flashing number seven, hovering over my mailbox icon.
But he –
Nibbling rodents of unusual sizes: Qantas Travel and AirBnB spam-mites.
Dear Erin, Have you renewed your subscription to…DELETE; Dear Erin, Unfortunately, Michael has revoked his application but the good news is that mould would like to continue squatting…NEXT; Hi Erin! This incredible raw food offer expires…NOW.
Dear Alison, Do you think Mr Mould would consider signing a five to ten year lease? Fuck knows he’s in arrears as it is. Might as well grow some balls while he’s at it. Actually stake his claim to that shoebox of steaming green gunge that we call ‘My Asset of Intelligent Potential Wealth’ and see if we can take him for everything he’s got.
BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE SELECT ALL DELETE
It’s that petulant child, LinkdIn. (LinkDin? LINKDin?)
Do you know this guy?
I dunno – do I?
He thinks he knows you.
Aren’t you supposed to tell me this stuff?
He’s been looking at your profile.
Ok. Interesting. Young?
Come on… ‘Freelance’?! Does that really count?
He knows you’ve looked at his profile now.
Shit. Fuck you, linkdin.
Does that make me more or less interesting? My profile has nothing on it. Why are all these strangers asking to ‘connect’ with me and my nothingness?
I should update my profile.
Make it worth their while.
Hey. When did she become a ‘Copywriter’?
I should apply for that job.
Make my life worth my while.
I can’t really be bothered though.
Oh dear God…
FUCK YOU LINKDIN
How the fuck do I spell that anyway?! (I should check before I post this…should I post this?)
SHUT UP! Look!
Oh no…no no no no no…NO
Cat Girl and Lion Heart Boy lie splattered across the highway of my mind.
What have I done?!
A horrific homicide of dreams haemorrhaging into the dark, intangible interweb.
But I only took my eyes off them for a moment!
That’s all it takes.
Help! Somebody?! Anybody?! Please!! Help me!
An ambulance wails a distant cry.
It pierces my heart.
Yes! Yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Come! Quickly!
It’s coming closer…
But it’s too late.
I know it.
No! No! No…oh, no…
I stand over them for that short instant, watching the light drain out from behind their eyes. Almost as fast as they came into being, they are gone again.
Life is so short. So unfair.
My poor darlings…
A heavy breath falls out of my nostrils.
iPhone reads 4:58am.
I’m up now.
Plug it in.
I should make the most of it.
Maybe go for a run.
Eyes flitter and close.
But sleep never comes.