"Hey," Jackie says. "It's Friday. It's five o'clock. It's time to leave."
I nod. "I just have to send this email to my boss."
"Bon Jovi. Front row." Jackie sighs. "Back stage passes."
My heart flitter-flutters. "The email's not doing anything."
"What do you mean?"
"It's sitting there like a dog with a peanut stuck in its windpipe."
"I'm going with or without you."
"I need this job," I say. "I'll get fired."
"I'm leaving." Jackie blows a kiss. "Bye."
The blue scream of death rises in my throat. "I'm going to kill you, computer." I throttle the silent screen.


Comments: 59
quite a collection of interesting stuff going on here in 100 words,Jan..a real tasty smorgasbord of info,imagery and surreal ideas!
love it..
Good Stuff Kate. How was the concert ?
Thanks everyone for your kind, fun comments.
Great drabble Kate.
I'd click Send and leave, but that's just me.
Good one.
Nicely done!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~