The icon had a peculiar property: at night, in the dark of her studio apartment, the blue seemed to pulse . Not literally, of course. Elena was rational. But the longer she stared at it, the deeper the blue became. It was the blue of a drained swimming pool. The blue of a dead television screen. The blue of a vein.
She heard a soft ding from inside the case. A notification. For her. From the icon. facebook icon for desktop shortcut
The icon watched.
She never opened it.