Instant

I sat in front of the computer, staring at the words I just typed on the screen.

Turning away, I got up and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass and poured myself some water. Bubbles momentarily danced on its surface, and I drank it slowly, deliberately.

My drink finished, I walked back to my PC with heavy steps. I sat down and reluctantly stared at the words I typed. My cursor blinked slowly as I read my words carefully, over and over again.

After rereading the message another 5 times and adding a comma or two, I hit the Enter key in a fast, decisive, let’s-get-it-over-with motion. I sat back, knowing fully well the consequences of breaking up with someone via instant messaging.

I sighed, then stood up to get a beer.

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Image source: deviantart.com/darue/art/Desktop-Screenshot-96657019
First written January 2, 2018.
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