Microfiction: “bad connection”

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.

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  1. Great line: “Words die before their destinations”

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