Buzzing Interruptions
As the opening scene lit up the screen, my phone began buzzing relentlessly in my pocket. I tried to ignore it, eyes fixed on the familiar images, but the distraction gnawed at me. Each vibration tugged me further from the story, like a persistent fly I couldn’t swat away, pulling my focus from the comfort I sought in the tradition.
Buzzing Interruptions
Strange Messages
Curiosity finally won, and I pulled out my phone to see Emily’s name flashing across the screen. Message after message poured in, each apology more jumbled than the last. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” one read, followed quickly by another equally cryptic note. Confused and growing frustrated, I tried to piece together her meaning. The urgency in her words unsettled me, pulling me away from the movie and the comfort of tradition.
Strange Messages
