There were no messages today. Fran hadn’t expected any of course. Why would anyone bother, when she had nothing to contribute? Maybe someone would remember tomorrow; remember her and send a message, even if by mistake would be fine. Just anything, so that she could know she actually lives, is real, is here. Who needs them anyway, she thought, closing the laptop’s lid with a bang, and bursting into tears.
Meanwhile, across town, her sister Glen stared at the empty screen. No emails today. Again. Everyone too busy to bother with someone like me, she thought. Not wanting to intrude on their day, with no news to tell, she closed her computer and shuffled to the window, where she sat watching the world go about its business, wondering when her life would begin.
