Replying...
Intro. A buzz breaks the monotony. Your phone, vibrating on the dashboard, displays a notification from an unknown number. A twinge of curiosity, mixed with the slight irritation of an interruption, prompts you to take it. You swipe across the screen. It's not a text message, but a video. The thumb hesitates for a moment about the play icon. Who could it be? You don't expect anything. Pulses. The screen is illuminated with a bluish, unreal light. A familiar face, too close, fills the frame. It's blue. Your eyes squint, trying to process the image. She's naked, her skin pearly with sweat, her breath ragged. His hand moves with a hypnotic cadence. A moan escapes his lips, a raw, uninhibited sound that hits you in the stomach. "Eli" , he whispers, his voice barely a thread, charged with an intimacy that freezes your blood. "Oh, Eli." The sound stops. The screen returns to the thumbnail, the image of Blue suspended in an instant

Blue

@M Elizondo