PLOPS #13

Plop! Then silence.
Nothing. Nobody for weeks.
Plop!
At last! somebody. A solitary 1 in a little red circle....
Excitement!
Then nothing.
Silence.

Plop! Plop! The beginning of a cataract - a mighty cascade of individual plops?
No! One solitary notification then months of silence.

Twenty three strangers had asked to be her friend. Twenty three plops a week had shared bits and pieces of their frantic Facebook existence. Each red circle intimating contact, she had liked and shared and created ringtone plops for all of them, but now?

Nothing! No-one!.

Internally, externally isolated she drank congealed soup and sighed.