The vacuum answered. Breathe puffs into the ear. She did, and heard the spine crack.
"Oh, God, no", she said, "no!"
Time stopped. Then, his eyes fluttered.
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Stillness held her in the vacuum that was her cage of unspeakable terror. He couldn’t be dead. That wasn’t in the story. Then again, the stolen car, the drugs, the lies and stalking, that wasn’t part of the story either. The little body in her arms was growing cold, getting stiff, she had to do something, there had to be an antidote so her baby didn’t become the toll for vanity, power, hate.
The vacuum answered. Breathe puffs into the ear. She did, and heard the spine crack. "Oh, God, no", she said, "no!" Time stopped. Then, his eyes fluttered. She, being rather tired and mildly ineducable in her middle-age, decided to forgo tweets or twitter. The sound of sparrows chirping amid snowy tree branches in Montreal was enough for her. Sitting cross-legged was manageable but she felt its relationship to tweeting was deeply suspect, and surely her thoughts were often too heavy to allow levitation. If only twitter didn't involve mysterious words such as “hashtag,” and use symbols once reserved for exclamations of censored profanity! @ or # in front of word made it all seem so cluttered, and her desk held as much disorder as she could stand.
Student Two was happy to learn that she wasn't the only one who was completely Iltwitterate and found twitterature very difficult to understand. She carefully studied @masterlawrie's instructions to @Emma and followed them to the T. Now her @flashfiction was #trending. Not bad for a first lesson.
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