Wordle #1104 – ORDER
Salon appt - 11:30
Order flowers
Dog groomer - 9:00
All in curly cursive, all color-coded, nothing suspicious.
I carefully peruse the last few weeks until I catch up to today: Meet Kevin @ Sightglass - 2:00, accompanied by an angry frowny face.
I put down the planner and go back to square one, my eyes roaming across Bree’s desk.
A pastel pink notepad beside her laptop looks recently used—slightly out of alignment, not stacked with the other notepads—but the top page is blank. The remnants of a torn-off page stick out like jagged teeth along the top binding.
Anxious excitement bubbles up in me as I grab a nearby pencil and start rubbing its graphite tip back and forth across the empty page in broad strokes.
I’ve always wanted to do this!
Letters begin to materialize, ghosts of the words that Bree had written on the missing sheet of paper, impressed onto the page below. I scribble a little faster. Against the backdrop of silvery smudges, the negative image of a message appears:
almond milk
blueberries
chocolate hummus
la croix
green juice…
It’s a grocery list. Just a stupid grocery list.
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