by Madeline Laughs
Barney sat back on his sofa, holding the bottle of cheap whiskey he had been hitting to calm himself down after the chance encounter with the girl upstairs. He was calmly watching his computer screen and the seven chat windows he had initiated, trying to talk to the women in the group about what was happening. Even the chat window to Fiona stayed still. No one was answering him.
He tipped the bottle back and took another slug. He grimaced because the nasty elixir burned all the way down. He sniffed loudly and jiggled the mouse to open his desktop. There he clicked on one of his many pictures of Fiona and enlarged it to fit the screen. As the picture of her pretty face grew, the resolution also grew and soon she was just a big blob of pixels on the monitor. He didn’t care. He knew it was her. Continue reading →
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