on his computer and signed into the account his wife didn’t know about. He’d created it as someplace to play games
without friends and family teasing him.
That was just about three years ago.
For the first two and a half years that’s exactly what happened,
too. But over the last six months or so
things had changed. The games were
untouched, no doubt his crops withered on the vine, his top scores long since
eclipsed. None of which mattered as he
watched the screen paint with agonizing slowness and his lack of patience
rewarded with a red ‘1’ highlighted in the top left corner above the e-mail
icon. A new message from the only person who ever wrote to him there. He
clicked the menu.