Short Fiction

Sue Owen wrote this today, and it was so cool I had to post it:

John lurched forward toward the monitor, his nose almost touching the screen. Seconds earlier the words had turned into tiny people. They were dancing and building a black and white bonfire. Suddenly he realized they had captured a number that looked just like him, tied it up and placed it on top of the fire…John took his fifteen minute break.

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