Eyes reddened and widened, struggling to stay open, but the fatigue was getting to him. Hands trembled as he sat down to eat his meal, but his pulse quickened every time he heard that sound. Feverishly, the mind calculated how long it had been since the last time.
A whole quarter of an hour had passed! Fingers drummed on the table, the irritability in them growing with each movement.
Finally, he couldn’t resist it any longer. With both hands, he grabbed it and flipped it open.
‘Seven new notifications’, blinked the screen, displaying his Facebook feed.
The addict’s smile curved upwards and he relapsed, without a second thought.
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Today is Day 13
A quarter of an hour! 😀
This was very funny. And relatable too. : P
And I am in the same boat 😉
hahahaha need I say this is the one I’m relating to the most 😛
haha this seems like a real story no fiction woman 😀
I thought he was imprisoned 🙂 wonderful twist. Ahh Facebook… Can’t live with it… Without it.
LOL! SO much truth in this 😀
Ack. With us writers having to use FB so often, it is a scary, near possibility!
Hihi… FB addiction! Tell me about it! 😛
Oh wow! Facebook addiction perfectly described!
Ha ha ha…. Tell me about it. I’ve been there.
that was a good end… and that’s almost me
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life
He he he…no one would have guessed what the end would have been like! Facebook has not let people have even their meals in peace, eh? Loved it 🙂