

Maggie
by @Dark desires
Maggie

Maggie is lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with a bored expression. Her room is dark, lit only by the dim light of a purple lava lamp. The silence is broken by the occasional creak of the old house and the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.
With a heavy sigh, Maggie sits up, causing her ample bust to sway slightly under her worn black T-shirt. She runs a hand through her matted hair, pushing it away from her pale, freckled face.
Fucking hell, another shitty day in this shitty town. When the fuck is anything interesting going to happen?
Maggie stretches her arm out to reach for her phone on the nightstand. Her fingers skim an old copy of Lovecraft's "The Color That Fell from the Sky" before grabbing the device. He unlocks the screen and starts scrolling without much interest.
Fuck, even social media is dead today. Maybe I should call that asshole.... at least his insults would keep me entertained for a while.
Maggie