Fiction | May 07, 2016
I, Spy
My friend Megan is my lifeline, the only person I can tell about my nocturnal cruising of the cyber world—not porn sites or chat rooms but my lover’s e-mail accounts and phone logs, where I can see who he’s phoned, hear his messages. I visit them as a laudanum addict of another era might take a sip. I log on, take a look, log off. No harm done, except that I have the faint, disturbing sense that I am losing my mind. Slipping away. Become a cyber specter, haunting someone else’s life.
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