Episode from Bloggers.Notions – A Short Story
She wiped the sweat from her brow, yet again. Her comrade lay in a heap upon the floor, not more than three feet away from her barefoot. Glancing at the clock, she realized with a start, he'd been that way for more than 4 hours.
“Never call the medics!”
“Don’t touch me . . . Allow no one to touch me!”
His strange admonishments still rang (loudly) in her ears, every time this happened. Last time, 6 hours. Once — at least once every few months — 16 hours without moving a muscle.
Seven cups in varying colors, sizes, and functionality lined her desk. Not counting the one under the desk, reminding her of the way some item inevitably finds its way to the floorboard, then sticks itself under the gas pedal or brakes at the most inopportune time. Then, she struggles to remove it; now, it can just stay under the desk.
She reached for #3. Something weirdly satisfying about numbering her cups. Always 7, no matter when she starts or finishes the day. Number 3 was still half-full of Total Naked Truth, her favorite veggie blend. Carefully she placed it back in its spot. Refreshing!
Unplugging his keyboard, she laid it within his reach. Why in Bub’s name did he insist on using that old-school clackety monstrosity? She’d probably have to reboot his otherwise other-worldly box as it protested when hot-connecting that thing to the PS/2 port.
Grudgingly, she allowed herself a few more seconds of admiration (it was just the keyboard that defied common sense). She wondered why he’d built a triangular-shaped CPU. Bold, vixen-red with shiny black trim. Like those high-tops Air Somethings he wore. Of course, he’d given her a professorial mini-lecture on the utility of this, and the sensibilities of that … but, really, whatever possessed the man?
A puzzle for another day.
How long has it been? Oh, 4 hours, 15 minutes.
Sipping from #3, she returned to the task at hand. Could she somehow slip some tidbit about his latest stupor into the guest post she was formulating? Reaching for the Thesaurus, she looked up comatose.
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Comments are welcome
Just so you know, this debut episode was inspired my numerous things — including people and happenings in the wonderful world of business and personal blogging — but the tipping point came today with a tweet from Creative Copy Challenge:
Hello CCC Readers and CCC Old-Timers http://bit.ly/nx3a8j
That tweet (actually from my TwitterFeed) reminded me that I hadn’t visited CCC for a couple of weeks and I really ought to get out more. BUT, I didn’t go over immediately because I was drafting an article, working out the idea for a guest post, and . . . Out of the blue arose a few lines that didn’t have anything at all to do with what I was presently writing — I decided to write them down before I forgot them.
They turned out to be the opening lines of this episode.
Afterwards, upon visiting Creative Copy Challenge (CCC), lo and behold, the writing prompts from yesterday were words that surely have to do with blogging! Thrilled with the “what-are-the-chances” feel to that happenstance, I’ve taken this short-story episode, incorporated those words, and posted it over at CCC as my offering for this week. (I hope Shane and Sean [@shanearthur, @seanplatt] don’t mind, especially considering the nature of the post, Hello CCC Readers and Old-Timers.)
Finally, some will ask: What does this short-story post have to do with small or local business, or online business systems, or processes, customer referral systems, or …
When the right brain and the left brain get together, wondrous things happen! – VT
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