Been a long time, DA.
I haven't drawn. I haven't written. I haven't done much of anything worth sharing. Divorce and other life issues will do that to a person.
I miss a lot of it, though. Maybe someday I'll come back to it.
A thing.She wasn’t used to the little chime her “new” phone made when she got a text. She’d only had it a few weeks, and hadn’t been getting texts much for six months by now. Her bedroom was dark, just a multitude of shades of black on varying shades of gray except for near the window… and her phone in its case.A thing. by ponygirl
She pondered not looking. She had no reason to anymore, except for some friends she was worried about, but who she knew wouldn’t be likely to text. Not unless something was seriously wrong… and maybe not even then. She laid there under the blanket for a moment, but the thoughts of her friends maybe texting her drove her to sling the soft plush of her blanket off and swing her legs over the side of the bed.
In the dark she walked across the room with ease, and picked up the phone. It was heavier than her old one had been, slightly different in size and shape. But it used the case that had now been used for three phones, and the fam