6 January 2013
@kikikookara #noopuss (!)
She can't get to sleep. She reaches for her IPod Touch. Messages.
'Hi! Any1 awake?'
She waits. She waits for a whole hour. No replies. She stares at the screen. Her unanswered message glares back at her.
She remembers. That app. Opuss. You could write. Read. Comment. Like. But that's just a memory now. She would be surprised if anyone remembered it. Dead and gone. 5 years ago. Instagram too. Twitter still hanging on, the nasty thing. And Facebook, just about. She didn't go on these, out of respect for Opuss. Maybe DoodleJump would help. She played, but just kept falling, down, down, down, off the platforms. She scanned the rest of her apps. Nothing good. She lay there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at her now useless IPod Touch. It turned into a giant, gaping black hole, swallowing her, pulling her in. "Ahhhhh!" She woke up screaming. She glanced at her bedside table, IPod Touch resting on top. It was just a dream. Just a nightmare. She crossed her fingers, and turned it on. Opuss. And the paw print symbol. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then she tapped it. A massive, huge, enormous white screen greeted her. 'Nooooo!'
It's Gone! • Opuss № I