“Wellness check,” the policeman said. “Are you okay, ma’am?
“A cut from a tin can lid,” the woman said, holding up a bandaged finger. “Otherwise, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“You replied to your fiancé’s recent romantic emails with wildly enigmatic emojis. Maybe you should give him a call.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction, humor, and poetry published in hundreds of venues.
Are you sure this story is fiction? 😊
Really liked this little gem. Thanks.
Thanks. I’m glad you liked it.
The precise details are pure fiction, but the story is based on a kernel of truth.
Someone accidentally emailed me an odd—out of context—emoji with a quick follow-up explanation: The button for reacting is right next to the “reply” button.