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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.”

4 comments add one below

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    T. Willemann about 9 years ago

    Casual laptop graveyard conversation ... I like it!

  • avatar

    Julie about 9 years ago

    @ Thomas Andersen - Thank you!

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    D.M. about 9 years ago

    Nice twist to the end. What good drabbles do.

  • avatar

    Julie about 9 years ago

    @D.M. - Thanks!

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