Mary squinted into her phone looking at her ex-husband’s social media post. Frank, a frustrated author, wrote several times a week in coffee shops, always posting a photo showing his coffee and laptop.
She was dying to know what he was writing.
She could almost read it today. She pressed one finger on the photo to save it. Then using a photo editor, she enlarged the image.
She squinted again until she could see the words.
“Finally!”
“What? That bastard!”
She scowled as she read the first sentence.
“Mary squinted into her phone looking at her ex-husband’s social media post.”
She was dying to know what he was writing.
She could almost read it today. She pressed one finger on the photo to save it. Then using a photo editor, she enlarged the image.
She squinted again until she could see the words.
“Finally!”
“What? That bastard!”
She scowled as she read the first sentence.
“Mary squinted into her phone looking at her ex-husband’s social media post.”
