Shame -2011 -

She closed the laptop. She opened her flip phone. No texts. She closed the flip phone.

The shame hit not during the act—she barely remembered the act—but in the 8:00 AM walk of shame, clutching her platform heels against her chest, the autumn air biting her bare legs. But the real shame wasn't the walk. It was the refresh. shame -2011

In 2011, shame didn’t live in the town square anymore. It lived in your dorm room, in the pale blue glow of a Nokia N8 or a BlackBerry Curve. It was a silent, vibrating thing. She closed the laptop