Word of Mouth

I fiddle with the network settings in futile effort to get Skype to stop freezing.

"Friend...work...should...try..."

"Sarah I can't even hear you, you're like a slide show put together by a delinquent middle schooler. Hold up."

Broken laughter. Well, she can hear me at least, I got that going. Maybe I shouldn't have named the network after my dog. Maybe that's why it wigs out like it has the attention span of a retriever.

"...okay. I think I got it. So, how's it going?"

"Pretty good. A friend at work's got a husband who's part of some writing project."

"Oh?" Already interested.

"Yeah. An application, called Prose. You write, right?"

Hah hah hah impromptu poetry. "Eh I dabble I guess. I haven't been as much lately. Maybe I'll give it a look, though, can't hurt."

"He's...working...join...too."

I sigh. "Hold up, Sarah. I'm gonna go smack my router with a newspaper real quick."