Joyce sat by the phone in front of his laptop while checking his Twitter feed on his Samsung Galaxy mobile phone.
“February 16th,” he thought. “Nothing.”
He bumped his mug and before he could catch it, hot tea spilled all over his white, plastic TV tray, pooling in the troughs where he kept his pens and pencils.
“Goddamnit,” he swore – out loud – and tried to maneuver his laptop of his lap without closing the lip while turning his mobile phone to ‘loud’ so he would be notified and not miss a thing.
“She had to of got it by now,” he said out loud, putting his laptop down on the corner of the couch. He wanted more than anything to know what it was she thought.
“Write about the mailed valentine card that never arrives….”
