Flash Fiction Friday. Tap.

​He tapped the a key, then the space bar and shifted the wireless keyboard from his lap to under his arm, as he stood to stretch. He walked over to the window, lifting the sash and poking his head into the cold exterior of the UK. 


He put down the keyboard on the sill. It wobbled half in, half out. He went over to his computer screen and patted the desk, as he looked into the glare until his eyeballs ached. 

He couldn’t even type the bloody title.

It was so boring. 

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Author: Idontwearahat.

Katie is a published poet, reader and reviewer.

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