Morgan sat on a stool in a dimly lit store shoved in the underground basement of a building, glaring into a blue screen in front of him. He thought they had turned off the Wi-Fi years ago, but he was proven wrong with the world at his fingertips. The shelves in front of him were stacked with old sticker bound laptops and monitors from a bygone era when they were widespread and useful. Now, they were considered forbidden fruits under the Government of the Righteous. Suddenly, he heard a large knock come from the steel door just above the basement.
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Drummed up drabbles
NouvellesA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
