Social Media | A flash fiction story
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Dawn threw her lab coat on the floor and herself on the giant bean bag in the dark living room. It had been a long day.
She moved her fingers in a complex configuration and parts of her living room flickered out of existence, new furniture replacing the old one, new lighting. The old living room was visible only between missing frames until things stopped flickering and the entire room turned into Toothless Dino's. Her bean bag was now a stool in the bar, which was full, people dancing and having loud conversations. Someone with a half-shaved head walked to her and said "This night is crazy!" They ran away from her and threw themselves over the bar, knocking over glasses and bottles and landing on Dino himself. Dawn rolled her eyes and flipped three fingers.
What had once been her living room, and a second ago Toothless Dino's, was now a living room again, but with a different shape and furniture. A man was standing in front of her without a shirt. "Punch trend," he yelled and punched her in the face, but his fist went right through her head and her bean bag. She flinched anyway, protecting her face with her hands.
"Ugh!"
She moved three fingers while the shirtless man jumped behind her screaming "punch trend." The living room changed again and was now a balcony. A young girl looked at Dawn, her finger in front of her lips. "Shh."
The girl gave a muffled laugh and approached a boy leaning against the rail, his back to her. In a swift movement, she grabbed the boy's leg and threw him over the rail. She looked at Dawn and laughed again, much louder this time.
Dawn shook her head and moved her fingers again, turning the balcony back into her living room, all the old furniture back in place. She threw her head back on the bean bag, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm so tired of social media."
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