She sat alone in the small room. Eyes focused on the flashing screen, as she hammered away at the keys of the computer. Trying to make something imaginative and creative appear on the screen would be easier if somebody had informed her fingers she thought to herself. Nearly there, yes! Finally finished and able to hit the blue send
button, with a sigh of completion.
She waits, checks, forehead furrowing in disappointment.
*'Where is it?* Logs out, logs back in -- still nothing.
She waits, she reads all the other great slants on this weeks Scarecrow And Mrs King story challenge, chuckling as she marvels at the interesting directions the other authors have allowed their stories follow.
Her story should be there soon she muses, she didn't back it up, if it doesn't appear she'll have to try and remember it all and type it, yet again. When the tenth try comes up empty she snarls viciously at the screen.
"You can be replaced, you know!" Damn Yahell, damn it to hell.
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