Faye needs a Mario in her life to sort her lips out.. he types, with one hand, the other hand scratching the itchy, dry skin from his lips, flakes of skin snowing onto his hoosecoat. He flicks it onto the carpet. “I’ll get that with the shark tomorrow”.
From the couch, he presses the screen on his personal phone on the table, with his long strangler finger.
No notifications.
No messages.
Not even from Bernadette.
His instagram phone pings. 143k down to 142k followers. The glow from the phone stings his Kerry Katonas.
‘duck!’
He thought frantically.
‘I know!’ He races two steps into the kitchen, instagram phone in hand.
New Story: Meter needing boxed in.
As he sits back on the couch he waits…
Ping, ping, ping..
‘You are an inspiration Mario”
“I’m a joiner, I can do your meter box for free for publicity”
“You’re a begging bleep” *blocked*
”I love you Mario”
He inhales deeply, as the cosy state of mind is restored. For now.