“Is it done yet?” A voice next to me says. I roll my eyes. “No, still not done.” I reply in a short breath.
I flex my fingers on top of the keyboard, mimicking the clacking of keys but not really touching them. More like ghosting on top of the little back caps.
A scraping noise grates against my ears and I glare at the monitor in front of me. Can’t this go any faster? I stare at the green bar, mentally willing it to fucking move.
The bar stopped.
“What just happened?” the voice next to me asks. “The bar just stopped.” the voice adds. I wanted to roll my eyes again. No shit.
“It’s fucking with us.” I hiss, nearly spitting at the glowing screen. How dare this piece of sh—The bar starts to decrease. I freeze on my seat. “What the fuck…” I whisper.
“Oh no, it’s decreasing all of a sudden!” the voice quips. “Why is this happening?”
I grit my teeth and start to type up possible sequences. “Shut up, shut up! Let me think… I can fix this.”
“Sure you can.” I hear the voice quietly add.
Satisfied with the command I’ve typed up, I press Enter and…
Nothing.
A minute of silence. And then, “Huh.” the voice says. I ignore it. “Maybe if you weren’t mean to it then—” I had enough and reach for the plug under the desk. I unplug the computer with a snarl. A strangled cry rings out and I look to my side to see its body slumped over the chair, unmoving. I cringe and grimace at the sight.
|Originally written: March 09, 2022
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Short StorySweetest Decay, Series 1 A collection of my short stories I first published in my writing blog, Sweet Decay.
