Wordle by Wordle: Day 65
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
Wordle #990 - HUNCH
Over an hour goes by with nothing to show for it.
My eyeballs feel like they’re about to fall out of my skull, exhausted from squinting at a near-infinite scroll of infinitely tiresome photos.
Even when I lean back and close my eyes, I see nothing but Bree. Bree pouting at the camera to show off her glossy pink lipstick. Bree with Lola in her lap at a dog-friendly café. Bree on the beach reading Bad Feminist. Bree, Bree, Bree. And no blond guy in sight.
Still, I decide to keep at it for a while, not yet ready to give up on my hunch, but the next photo stops me short.
It’s me and Roy. We’re sitting together on an ochre loveseat, in their old home, at one of Bree’s Christmas parties, I think. Roy is looking out of frame somewhere, but I’m staring straight at him. My mouth is open, mid-sentence, and cola sloshes from the top of my glass as I gesture animatedly.
Not a flattering photo, but that’s not why I can’t bear to look at it. I can see the longing in my eyes, as plain as the stain that that Coke left on my velvet skirt.
Okay, no more scrolling down memory lane—time for a new plan to find Blondie.
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