Author: wiccanbard Gabrielle unlocked the door of her apartment and set down her backpack in a rush. Her pottery class had run late due to a malfunction with the kiln, and she had hurried home through rush-hour traffic with just minutes to spare. She pressed the 'on' button on her computer and then poured herself a glass of milk as the machine booted up. As she took her customary seat at the desk, she double-clicked on the Firefox icon. The time read 5:01 p.m. "Come on, come on," Gabrielle said as she typed in the URL of the IRC chat room. "Why are computers so slow when you have an appointment?" The chat window opened up, and Gabrielle typed in her login and password for their usual channel, #sands_of_time. |
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Sorry folks, that's all for now - I'm sure we don't begrudge wiccanbard for spending a little time away from the computer with her beloved amazon_bard . If you're in the mood for a story along similar lines, there's always Coming Back... |