By Jodelle Marx
The fanny pack pouch where Adam’s phone should be was unzipped.
He remembered the night in flashes: the band counting down—diez, nueve, ocho; beer bottles and sloshing mojitos; a girl sliding in for a New Year’s kiss.
That girl.
“Yo!” Adam yelled to Finn. “My phone! It’s gone!”
Finn stared at Adam before comprehending. “Check your pockets!”
Adam shook his head. “I did!”
“How about your pack?”
“No!” Adam’s voice cracked.
He searched the crowd for Nico, who mirrored the tipsy sway of two strappy-bikinied girls.
His friends were useless. Five minutes in, and 2022 was already a shit show.
This is lovely. The sparse language highlights the loss which is more annoying than horrible.
Love the story. Another reason not to wear a fanny pack!!!
Emphatic use of words. Exciting twists. Awesome.
To me the story is a new years resolution that is clearly embedded in my mind now. “Keep my shit together”. “Don’t be an Adam”.
A great start to an adventurous novel, reminds me of the John Grisham story I’m currently reading. I’m on the edge of my seat, what happens next….