It is the sound of a piece of mechanism shuddering against the plaid cushion, its silence and not its shameless tune is what makes his eyes blink a few times in front of a white display that is resting on top of his stomach. Out of forced meditation, his fingers flex and then pause, marooned over a number of systematically aligned keys, waiting for a series of instructions from that particular side of his brain. He wonders a bit if it’s good, it is, but the display, again taunts him to no end so he only heaves one muted breath.
A drabble of 100-words, my welcome to everyone. I should be doing my paper but I can't help it! Again welcome to all of us and have fun!
~smechxy_guitarzt
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