Gemotions

The thumbs danced across the screen, composing a ridiculous rhyme about a squirrel and a banana peel. She giggled, picturing her friend’s reaction. "Your momma smells like... well, something that rhymes with 'grizzly eel!'" was the intended punchline. Her stomach jiggled with the impending mischief. Hit send. A moment later, a notification popped up. Wrong number. Oh, the mortification.

A chill ran down her spine. Now, what? Should she just ignore it? But the thought of leaving it unaddressed made her feel… restless. She tapped open the message. A blank, white screen. This was a bad sign.