The message is bland. How are you? The usual. Your profile picture was updated yesterday. A boss fight screenshot from the game that stole our winter in 1998. Did you hook up the Nintendo – wait, it was mine – did you buy a Nintendo? Play through to the end of the Water Temple? Iron boots on. Iron boots off.
Those Hyrule nights. The things we did. The things we didn’t. Unlimited bottles. Secret Skulltulas. Free Lon Lon milk.
It couldn’t be the same now. Not if our phones could tell us what to do. No early morning epiphanies. No finger aching relief. No printing off the secrets of another universe at work. Partners in battle but not in real life. And if we’d played it quicker. Played it easier. We’d have discovered sooner. It was all we had in common.
Amanda Quinn lives in the North East of England. Her writing has been published in Butcher’s Dog, Spelk, Papaya Press, After the Pause, Firefly Magazine, Bottlecap Press and elsewhere. You can find her on Twitter @amandaqwriter.