They were seated at the table next door in the restaurant. Parents and two children, their heads stooped over, their faces bathed in that unmistakable glow. The daughter flicked through the photos at the speed of light, one after another, one after another. The father typed furiously with his two thumbs, his mouth curled in a scowl. The littlest boy cried Nooooo.....and then Yesssss... as he shot laser after laser. The mother liked and then liked again -- she liked everyone, it seemed.
They didn't speak. They didn't speak to each other. They only spoke to their screens.
It's been quiet here on the blog. I've been working on not being the family at the table next door.