Cool Text
by Blogdramedy
Clarice admitted defeat. She had tried calling and emailing. She’d even gone so far as to buy a Mont Blanc pen and expensive writing paper.
It was no use.
It was going to have to be a text. A text message. On iMessage.
Apple had taken over Clarice’s life. There was the MacBook. And the iPod. So far, she had resisted the iPad.
If she wanted to be part of her daughter’s life, Clarice was going to have to overcome her aversion to texting.
She started small with a little “Hi. How are you?” message.
Clarice is now officially “cool.”
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A drabble is a very short story of exactly 100 words. Exactly…so no cheating. Feel free to join in and write your own drabbles on Fridays and tag them with “friday drabble” and on Twitter with the hashtag #fridaydrabble. Thanks to Stevil for the inspiration.
Gotta meet people where they are.
Ok, 94 more words to go. How do you do this?!?
Triple espresso and a timer.
What became of the text, Clarice?
The text was a test of a mother’s love. Mom passed.
Omigosh! We are kind of like evil twins. Forgive me because I am not goong to talk about your awesome Friday Drabble. I’m going to gush about you. And us. We both have fabulous real boobs, and we obviously like to talk about them. Your header. Um, hello. I HAVE those glasses. Whaaaat? You have a recent post about swatch watches. Guess what I JUST ORDED for my 17th anniversary? A new Swatch. Whaaaaat? We need to Tweet! Good think I’m following you now!
Well. How does one respond to such overwhelming generosity and kind words? By pouring you a martini and demanding you cop a squat immediately so we can become the bestest of friends. This session of the mutual appreciation society has been called to order!
*big grin* Welcome!
The name Clarice has never been the same since Silence of the Lambs. “I text you, you text me, Clarice. Quid pro quo.”
Sorry, Byro. Can’t chat. I’m having an old friend for dinner.
So, great minds do text alike . . . drabble away.
This drabble came slowly. More like a dribble.
You do know, though, that once “Mom” starts doing something it ceases to be cool …
That’s right. Suck every last drop of fun out of my first Friday Drabble in ages. I so too can be cool if I wanna.
Just like a mom to text with proper spelling and punctuation. Now the big question is, did the child text back?
Faster than I could gulp down a dirty martini.
“Guess what I’m holding in my hand.” No, not another hot pick up line from the guru for the girls in the bar. The answer is an iPad. Yeah, I gots me one, too. So I understand the power of this drabble.
I thought the iPad was going to be exactly like the iPod but only bigger. But it’s different in many ways and that has confused me. I guess that’s why they chose not to call it Big iPod.
A drabble 100% autocorrected. I love it. I would have liked to have seen the virgin edition, though.