In a Blink

It just sat there mocking me. Blinking its blink of mockery. Pure white. Black bar. Pure white. Black bar. I could almost hear it. Blink. Blink. Blink.

I moved my eyes down away from the mocking cursor and looked at my hands. I wanted to castigate them in some way for not helping me out against the mocking cursor. But it wasn’t their fault really. I just didn’t want to look at the blank screen anymore.

It had become a ritual that I hated. Everyday I would sit down and then the tortuous dance would begin. The blinking cursor of mockery keeping perfect time. Today I had begun tapping my finger on the “F” key in time to the blinking cursor of mockery to give volume to my nemesis. It was some irrational attempt to mock the mocker by giving its perfectly timed cruelty a simple cadence. But the mocking cursor of mockery blinked on – completely oblivious of my attempt to fight back.

Then something odd occurred. I tapped a bit hard in my haze and suddenly there was a letter on the screen. I never looked back.

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