“You should totally get on social media, Dad,” Gregg says. “You’re living in the dark ages.”
The school bus pulls up and honks. Gregg grabs his backpack and runs out the door. As I stand in the doorway, I can’t help wonder when my thirteen-year-old became so wise. I chuckle and close the door, then go about my daily routine.
Life is easy since I don’t work and we don’t make a whole lot of mess. I sit on the couch and open my laptop and sigh. I miss the old days, when I had more things than could ever be done in a day. Now, I have hours of solitude and quiet until Gregg gets home, then the house is filled with talk of video games and daily happenings at school.
“Maybe I should check out social media.”
I go to Instagram first and look at the website. “Hmm, only for phones. That won’t do.”
I go to the next social media that pops into my head.
“Okay, so in order to see what Facebook is all about, I have to start an account? That’s weird. Moving on.”
Typing social media into Google leads me to my next stop.
“Twitter looks interesting.” I open an account and spend the next hour flipping though people’s feeds and typing things into the search bar. A few key words later, I discover the dark side of Twitter and grin. A quick look at the time, and with a flick of my arm, the drapes are closed behind me. Privacy.
The more I look, the more I like. The more I like, the more I love. The more I love, the more I miss my old life. The life before Gregg…the life before Susan…the life before plastic surgery…the life I was meant to live. I have tried for the last fifteen years to deny it, but I can’t anymore. I just can’t.
My heart races and blood pounds through my veins again as I type my profile.
“Why not write the truth?” I say to myself. “No one would believe it anyway.”
It’s hard to type with my razor-sharp fingers hitting the keys, but they’ll get used to it. I can’t wait until Gregg gets home to tell him who his dad really is.
This one was inspired by the M.M.H.B Challenge, but does not meet the requirements (word prompts) but I totally wanted to write a story from Freddy’s POV.