A low beep was heard at the end of the room. The silence that followed was tantalizing. They looked at each other. They both knew what it meant. The elder leapt at the sound and ran across the room to grab the coveted seat. The other was left groping at her dress in order to prevent the inevitable. It was a matter of seconds, everything was a blur. All they could see was the cursed seat. Then there was that music, that evil music that can enchant, enthrall and captivate. It lasts for not more than 5 seconds, but it is a clear sign of the pleasures that await as the computer comes alive.
The elder had long seated herself, while the younger stood by the seat sulking.
“Why must you always sit at the computer when I turn it on to do my work?”
The elder gives a gleeful laugh, “Because I’m addicted. Don’t you know that?”
“Mom, come on! Haven’t you played Solitaire enough already!”
6 comments:
heh heh heh...
good one.
:-)
you know, i love the atmosphere that you create. and then you make it so difficult for the reader to not read the suspense. at times i have to almost conceal the end of the post so that i dont read the end... love the anti-climaxes...
they absolutely enchant...
:-)
:) Thanks
Just so you know, this one is autobiographical :P
hehe loved this one..its same with my mom too :P
nice one :)
i read through initial part, thinking about some imaginary elder-sister, who i'd have hated for doing that to me..
and then, the last line changed it all-so-suddenly.. i almost chuckled :D
:P thanks
haha...nice twist to the tale!! :D
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