Hello, Blogosphere, and good morning.
Sorry about the recent lack of content from my corner of the Internet. Right now, the focus for me
is touching up this last draft before I send it to other agents, but I plan to be posting a bit more once
the novel’s sent off again.
This week’s Inspiration Monday prompt was “Safety in Pages”. Playing off a bit of inspiration I got
recently—it’s not the exact story concept, but it follows many of the same pathways.
* * * * *
Max’s fingers trembled as he poked at the keyboard.
Breath shook, frosted the screen as bits of fog
curled from the vents.
He rubbed his neck into the collar of the coat, cursing himself for the fingerless
He reached for the mouse.
Clicked on the file, moved it. Put it into the e-mail.
Test LXIII Results. Final Correspondence.
And closed his eyes for a long moment.
The long beep sounded, and he clicked to the other tab.
“SENDING IN A MOMENT.” He could barely muster the control to type it.
The nervous sweats didn’t quite freeze his skin in the cold, but they came close.
Max caught his breath, the hand coming back to tighten around his heart again.
“WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?”
“NO PROBLEM,” he typed back.
The blinking underscore seemed to still for a moment onscreen, and then it went back and continued
“THEN SEND IT.”
He clicked to the other tab.
Tried once to hit the button, and failed, and tricked himself into doing it without thinking.
Back to the other tab, closing out the first one.
“YOU WILL BE SPARED.”
Max breathed a long sigh of relief.
“NO VIRUS?” he typed.
He waited for a long moment, thought to himself.
“WE APPRECIATE YOUR COOPERATION.”
Max clicked out of the window, went to turn away, caught his breath when it opened again.
“SEE YOU IN HELL.”
The hand slipped over Max’s mouth, and as the syringe sank into his neck, the computer shut down.
They’d told the truth.
It wasn’t the virus that’d killed him.
* * * * *
May you remain existential,