It was a dark and stormy night. She sat in the corner and wept, tears rolling down her face. Her gaze illuminated by the only light in the house. 35% life left in her iPad.
The router. The power. The cell tower. Dead.
She could only read the 9 updates loaded in her browser before the crash. And the lone popup, Simon reacted to Helene. So many questions.
Why had she been left in the dark?
The chat box was grey. The tab that previously was titled Google, now said "You are offline". The video she was about to watch was suddenly "unavailable".
Even the silent fridge was proof of her isolation.
As the hours droned on, the horror of unreturned messages started to weigh on her. She envisioned "flake", "snooty", and "snob" being written on her wall. Her pulse quickened.
She got on her knees and prayed. "If only" . . . she said, she would never be ungrateful again.