Imogene was laughing so hard over the shots ^URS was firing at finstagram “sincerity,” in between sending pics with funny Snapshot filters, that Imogene like knocked the effin’ elephant over.
It like clattered to the floor, cray cray noisy with all that shit rattling around inside. And a leg looked crooked. Maybe it was like broken.
And just then her phone screen went black, and she like effin’ remembered she’d forgotten to plug it in before going to bed the night before.
Imogene jumped, startled at the sound of her own voice echoing around the teeny storage unit. That made whatever was inside the elephant rattle more.
Then there was silence.
Imogene like forgot about the battery and looked back at her phone, all ready to laugh at something new from ^URS.
Normally she’d like run out of there as effin’ fast as she could and like ask the first person she saw if they had a cord so she could recharge.
But she like had to get at least some of those effin’ carvings out of that effin’ storage space or her effin’ father would kill her.
But she couldn’t move. She felt so strange. The walls, the carvings…they were all…like…staring at her. Everything in RL was so…big. So…not in her hand.
And she was even starting to hear things, like stumbling noises, and she was sure she heard some guy say, “Clumsy, Hank, clumsy.”
Then she started to see them, the Snapchat filters all over the walls, all over the carvings. She laughed at Snapchat’s bunny ears on one of the carvings. She felt much better.
Only thing was, they were all the same color: a weird, misty green.