Everything I said came back a moment later; my echoed voice sounded hollow, robotic. We spoke for hours, talking to ourselves. Words die before their destinations- my voice returns to me empty, and she decays, in a crackle of static.
Microfiction: “bad connection”
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Great line: “Words die before their destinations”