Always On Your Phone

Nina stood in the doorway, voice sharp. "Breakfast is ready." Aften never looked up. Thumbs kept tapping, face glowing in blue light. Hunger lost to text bubbles. Nina clenched her jaw. This wasn't about toast anymore. She tried everything. Pulled the fire alarm. Nothing. Offered a brand-new car. Still no. Put on black lace that barely covered anything. Aften just scrolled. Finally Nina dropped to her knees between the girl's legs and told her flat: "Put the phone down and I'll eat your cunt." Aften's screen went dark. Her legs spread.