I pull the curtains shut. But the flash is already inside me. It always was.
Three dots appear. Disappear. Reappear.
The phone buzzes again. Same friend: “Seriously. The app. It’s fun.” HaveUbeenFlashed
I sat up in bed, heart thudding. Have I been flashed? Not by headlights or paparazzi. By the flash . The one they whisper about on obscure forums. The one that rewires Tuesday into a glitch. I pull the curtains shut