Favorites Chrome Page

Tonight, however, the chrome of his browser felt colder. The bookmarks bar, usually a reassuring row of familiar icons, looked like a graveyard. He hovered over the “G” folder. The little downward arrow blinked, teasing him.

Arthur’s fingers moved on autopilot. Click the blue compass star, type "M," and hit enter. The familiar teal and white page loaded, listing the daily specials of Mario’s Pizzeria. favorites chrome

He clicked Cancel.

Arthur looked at the empty chair across the table. He looked back at the screen, at the gleaming, unforgiving chrome frame around his life. Tonight, however, the chrome of his browser felt colder