Written by Silver
The computer cursor stood blinking at the end of the ‘o’. It repeated its customary welcome on a new line; indented and double-spaced.
I was stunned, but brimming with excitement. Sweat had started to trickle down my neck and made its way to the crack of my backside.
Oh dear. Now it was questioning my existence and if I didn’t respond in the next few minutes, maybe it would lose contact with me completely.
Oh shit, two question marks. I needed to make contact, but I was nervous. Okay, breathe deeply and type.
What if I had responded only for it not to respond back? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. This was not what I had signed up for. And then,
well, I saw what I needed.
Ah, you are there. How are you, Nick?
I couldn’t believe it – I was talking to him from the other side. It felt like a bloody miracle. Continue reading →