She hadn't really expected anything to happen, which was why
she started in surprise when the screen flashed at the touch of her finger on
the power button. Things inside the laptop whirred as words and colors appeared
on the screen.
Breathless with anticipation, she waited for the boot
sequence to finish. What were the odds that after so long, there would still be
a working computer anywhere?
Her thoughts drifted to the time before the pandemic when
screens and blinking lights defined nearly every aspect of her day, waking her
in the morning, keeping her in touch with friends, informing her of the latest
news and fashion trends, and enabling her to do her school work.
And what about all the computers working behind the scenes? They ensured that water was purified and sent through the city's pipes, electricity was generated and sent
out over the lines, that food and fuel deliveries were made and that the system
itself kept working, millions of computers communicating with each other all
Although it had been less than a year since the global
pandemic brought everything to a halt, it seemed like much longer since the
world had hummed, beeped and flashed with lights and color. Now as she looked
at the screen, its blinking cursor obediently awaiting her command, something
Where was the sense of excitement she used to feel at the
sight of a blank computer document? Her mind, instead of filling with wild
imaginings, felt hemmed in, intimidated by the urgency of that winking black
bar and the unnatural purr of the components inside the smooth plastic case.
Hurry. Type. Create. Now.
Outside the open window, a bird warbled a few notes and a
breeze rustled the leaves on a tree. The house creaked and settled while a
mouse skittered across the dusty floor.
She pressed the round button and the screen went dark. Then
she went to the sun-dappled window seat where she could gaze at the yard full
of unrepentant weeds and wildflowers. Nature was reclaiming its own. What would
the world be like a hundred years hence? What would people, if any remained,
think of her?
Her mind full of possibilities no blinking cursor could generate, she took pen and notebook from her pocket and began to write.
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Love the ending! Makes me want to turn my iPad off and go outside!
I like it, I like it! Although very much lap-top oriented these days, I still pine for vellum and a quill pen.
Thoughtful, well-written story.
This is so relevant. We busily tap our stories out hopefully to achieve immortality but perhaps they would be better carved out of stone! But for the moment the pen and notebook will suffice. The writing is especially poignant as you never mentioned her name.
The paper will last longer anyway.
Whoa! Now you're digging into the good stuff that would come with a loss of electricity and our current way of life. Outside. Nature.
Man, I wish my cursor would blink less, so I could follow suit.
I love this. We are so very connected to our things... I know I am. The Nexus 7 and the iPod in my purse, the Toshiba laptop next to my bed. The computer on my desk at work. The internet that never seems fast or responsive enough. The impatience of it all, the seeming need. Some of my best writing has been done when, hitting a wall, I used a pencil and paper.
This is awesome, Ann.
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