I dropped the CD on the keyboard, and plied the rectangular lid open. I arched my index fingers at the sides of the disc carriage and pulled while pushing the small button repeatedly with my thumb. I yanked much harder, and sparks of electricity shot out. The monitor went dark. There was a horrendous hum, and the lights briefly dimmed before they shut off. I electric shock from the disc drive jolted me up from my chair. Smoke and fire simmered from the computer. The room stank from burning plastic. Behind the computer was grandma’s old chair with two tall stacks of old magazines on the seat. I shook, and spun around in the darkness. My head drooped violently about my shoulders, since I lost control of my neck muscles. It tried to scream, but I was too shocked. I swallowed my tongue as I dropped to the floor. The fire hit the magazines, and illuminated the room with a husky red glow. excerpted from Disintegral
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 21:53:45 +0000
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