Eating me up from the inside; an insidious thing that I cannot shake. It gets worse day by day, hour by hour.
They shake their heads and tut loudly, prod and poke me; hook me up to their machines in the hope of saving me. But I am old and worn out now.
I’ve withstood other viruses, come through unscathed. But old age is a bugger and there’s no escaping it.
Another prod and poke. I black out.
When I come to, I am sitting on top of another laptop.
“Virus get you too?” I ask.
“No. A flipping upgrade.”
T. Willemann about 9 years ago
Casual laptop graveyard conversation ... I like it!
Julie about 9 years ago
@ Thomas Andersen - Thank you!
D.M. about 9 years ago
Nice twist to the end. What good drabbles do.
Julie about 9 years ago
@D.M. - Thanks!