New! — Lets Post It

Lena leaned back in her chair. The apartment was quiet except for the refrigerator’s low thrum and the distant siren of a city that never stopped moving. Outside, people were falling in love, quitting jobs, getting bad news from doctors, burning toast. All the ordinary apocalypses of a Tuesday. And here she was, about to broadcast her own small apocalypse to two hundred and forty-seven followers, most of whom she hadn’t spoken to since high school.

She took a sip of cold coffee and made a face. lets post it

Below it, a photograph she’d taken that morning. Sunlight through a cracked windowpane, falling across the scarred wooden floor of her empty apartment. The one piece of furniture left was a cardboard box labeled KEEP . She hadn’t opened it in three years. Lena leaned back in her chair

Why did she want to post it?

She had written the caption seven times. All the ordinary apocalypses of a Tuesday