Fb View: Profile

She jabbed the screen, but Facebook, in its infinite indifference, offered no undo. Only the mute, damning permanence of a view . He would see it. Not a notification—worse. A quiet little breadcrumb trail of her loneliness, left on his “Visitors” tab for him to find at 2 a.m. when he couldn’t sleep.

Elaine hadn’t meant to click it. Her thumb, slick with sweat from a too-warm coffee cup, slipped as she scrolled. fb view profile

He might not check for days, she thought. Maybe he’ll never notice. She jabbed the screen, but Facebook, in its