…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

“Great”. “Tomorrow”.

He clicked Refresh.

He clicked it again.

Then, he clicked it four more times.

And of course–OF COURSE–the stupid computer took longer to refresh each time, each time taking a few seconds longer to reveal an Inbox that was still empty.

But it was early in the evening, and she had said today was going to be busy for her, so he logged out. It was definitely too early for her to be sending him a message. Probably too early. Very likely, anyway.

He was pretty sure she said she had to work today, so she couldn’t’ve been home for more than two hours. If she worked a full day. He couldn’t remember if she’d said “have to work all day” or just “have to work”.

He checked baseball scores, scrolled through the list of “The Ten Unhealthiest Fast Food Burgers”, watched that video of that guy whose chair broke on that TV news show and he just fell in the middle of a sentence, just–BOOM!–disappeared behind the desk, watched it three more times because it never stopped being funny, got up and went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, then came back and logged back in.


Refresh. Refresh.

When they talked last night, she said “It was great talking with you, I had a good time”, and “I’ll send you a message tomorrow”. Those were the things he remembered word-for-word:

“It was great talking with you.”

“I’ll send you a message tomorrow.”

“Great”. “Tomorrow”.


She was probably eating dinner. A little bit late for it, but if she worked all day…


Maybe she was tired, maybe he’d get a message first thing tomorrow: “OMG, so sorry! Got home from work and was wiped out and fell asleep on the couch all night! Sorry!”

Refresh. Refresh.

He looked at his phone sitting next to the computer. It was on. And fully charged.


He got up and got some coffee, dumped the used filter, rinsed out the basket and replaced it, and sat back down.


Did she forget? But who would say “great” time and not mean it? Who would say they’d send a message “tomorrow” if they had no intention of doing so? Who does that?

He had things to do, so he logged out.

But then he logged back in. If she was eating earlier, she’d probably be done by now.


Refresh. Refresh.

He was tired. He decided he’d go to bed.


There would definitely be a message waiting for him tomorrow, and he could get back to her then: “Thanks for the message! Sorry you didn’t hear from me last night, I was super tired and went to bed early.”

That was it, he was logging out and staying out. A watched pot doesn’t boil, or whatever that saying was.


One more check, and that was it.





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2 thoughts on ““Great”. “Tomorrow”.

  1. So well written! I totally feel the dating anguish of this poor guy! This serves as one of those reminders that being married and done with all the dating nonsense is delightful! (Not that I was this bad, but I do remember checking the mailbox each day to see if there was a letter from you, and by mailbox, I mean the actual box at the end of my parents’ driveway with actual rural post delivery because our dating life was in the ancient caveman past without all this crazy texting and skyping I’ve heard goes on with the youngins these days!) I loved your repetitive use of “refresh”–such a wonderful story!

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