#theperiscopenovel

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Let’s do it

She runs she doesn’t know where to run to but she still runs.  It is the only thing the open road is good for.  Pavements are for pounding, pound for pound she gives it all she's got.  It’s all the road is good for.  Tarmacced for her in tar and grit.  She pulls herself forward and thinks of Summer energy even though it is dark dirty and rainy and she wants to give reiki and it is impossible in these current conditions.  She will not be made a loser on behalf of the weather.  Mindful practices she has seen online piped through from India fill her imagination.  Listen to the sound of the rain falling. It is a cheesy song that most people have forgotten.  It is a great idea.  She turns her phone upwards towards the sky.  Catches a few raindrops and catches the moment.  She holds it in a broadcast and people are grateful for her capturing the now.  They are in the moment with her.  it is priceless.  It is also free.  Free as bird. They fly overhead making noise that breaks the monotony of the rain drops.  Pitter patter there is not perfection in nature therefore it is perfect.  All captures effortlessly and for free by periscope.  WE have the world in motion and it is called an app.  Let’s do it baby she is heard to say over the broadcast.  The only way is up for the hippie chick and her follower numbers after the rugby game debacle.  Up up and away.  Let’s do it baby.  Let’s do it.

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Open sesame periscope

The periscope screen was dark. Black filled her phone. She tapped as hard as she could. She swiped but nothing happened. She was alone and thus was her first proper broadcast. She wanted it to be meaty and full of content she wanted to fill the head count with hundreds of people watching her scope. Her ego felt out of control and she liked it. She wanted to pounce on her energy whilst it was strong enough like a light showing everything was and is possible. Except her whole phone was black. So she tapped one last time before the idea of rebooting the whole phone. Periscope reloaded. It was the trick she had forgotten. Staring at her from the screen was her face. Her smile which she hadn't seen for s while. Periscope was her truck out of the bad times. She liked the recognition the moment of fe. Except she had last her followers. The screen refreshed as she closed down the broadcast for today. One audience member. She struggled to find out who this was. It said watching from the web. She would never know. Whoever the listener is or was she hoped they came back. There will be more later she said to no one in particular as she returned to her desk. The hour flew. She must have new having fun.