Digital Hemingway

by Robert Spellman

The machines hum. The young people do not talk. They send words into a void. Men once fought bulls and chased fish the size of rowboats; now, they swipe and scroll. He lifts his whiskey and wonders if the machines will teach them how to feel. The whiskey is good, the night is long, and there is nothing to do now but drink.

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Robert Spellman lives and works in Ossining, New York.