Imogene like looked up from her phone at that effin’ elephant again. Like how had ^URS known re elephant Imogene didn’t remember? Like how glad was she that she’d stopped typing after the 3 in 38 and not told ^URS the RL number of her storage unit?
^URSunPC&proud: U there?
Imogene looked up from her phone again and was like not going to look back. Real Life… She picked up the elephant, like almost dropping it and breaking it like ^URS had said she should tell her dad she did. Effin’ elephant was a lot lighter than it looked, effin’ hollow or something.
But, like, who cared? Her dad had made it and it was ugly, like RL was ugly. She could see where he’d carved it with a knife. Imogene dropped it.
Something like rattled inside.
Imogene ignored her phone and picked the elephant up again. Carved wood. All like mid-century modern, and her dad never did anything good with a knife anyway. Only the bottom where she held the legs was any good, like a machine had done that part.
She took a quick look at a scar on her arm, something else her dad had done with a knife, then shook the elephant. Like way too light to be solid, and it sounded like there was a bunch of shit inside. But how did it get there? She turned it over. Effin’ elephant was one solid piece of wood.
Her phone was making her like all cray cray. Finally she looked at it. Bunch of silly pics, like all Snapchat-filtered and shit. Def not RL
Much better than RL.