Penny: I did a thing. A big thing.
She waited, praying they’d be around, then inhaled a sharp breath when three dots appeared.
Harper: Who the hell is this???
Charlotte: How do you have our numbers? And no! We do not want to see your big thing, you creepy pervert!
Penny’s eyes went wide. She’d forgotten to tell them that she’d started using the new phone when Libby’s response popped up.
Libby: Hello, digital wanderer. No dick pics, please. Namaste.
Penny shook her head.
Penny: It’s Penny. I’m using a new phone.
Charlotte: Penn Fenn? Is this the nanny hotline phone?
Of course, her friends would fill the thirty seconds she had by giving her grief!
The dots appeared.
Harper: Welcome to the 21st century, butthole.
Libby: Ignore H. What’s going on? I can feel your aura through the phone. It may be the 5G or you’re generating a crap-load of psychic energy. It could go either way.
Penny stared at the sleek screen. Wow! Libby had never gotten her vibe through the flip phone!
Charlotte: What THING did you do?
Harper: The nerd? Tell us that you did the nerd!!!!!????????????????????
Somedays, it was as if they’d never matured past middle school.
Libby: ??
Penny glanced at the door. Phoebe’s chatter had stopped. She didn’t have much time to check in with her friends.
Penny: I did it for real. I entered the writing contest after I got off the phone with you guys this morning.
Despite the time crunch, she needed to ease into this conversation, or else the screen would again be covered in eggplants.
Harper: ??
Case in point.
Harper: That vegetable boner is from me to you! Way to go, Penn! I can’t wait to read your story.
Libby: I’m so glad to hear the words are flowing!
Penny stared at the text bubble.
Are the words flowing?
Technically, they were flowing like the River Jordan, just not for her short story.
Charlotte: Penny!?! Are you there, or are you having trouble using a phone with a touch screen?
Penny: I’m here!