Fiction in a Flash - Writer’s Agony
The silence was deafin….
“No, no no,” she savagely scratched out the cliché and tried again.
The office was quiet enough you could hear a mouse sneeze.? The rattle-tap of keyboards the only noise in the dimly lit building, its few occupants watching time march slowly away, anticipating the long weekend.
“Much better,” she clicked the save button only to howl in despair as the program crashed, her work gone.