Flash Fiction: Going Dark

She stepped outside, squinting, then waving to her neighbor who stood bathed in the sunlight falling across the pavement.

The ping of a notification diverted her. There were three Instagram updates. A text. Four tweets.

Putting the phone in her pocket, notifications dismissed, she crossed the street. The two of them spoke. They laughed. They hugged. They danced.

The phone in her pocket went dark.