I have a bachelor’s degree in Computer Science and Technology. I spent the last twelve years working as a Technical Lead until I gave in to my true calling- writing romance novels, poems, and short fiction. You can find a few at http://myintuitivemind.blogspot.com/. I also write at https://firstname.lastname@example.org. At present, I am working as a Volunteer Editor for a literary journal- Wingless Dreamer.
The Napkin is My Bay-pass
lounging in the chair, he keeps repeating slowly, exhaustively, as if I am slow I don’t blame him, the deadline was yesterday and it does sound gibberish plus, my mind is eating grass, for the pain doesn’t ease on the second day of reckoning tap is leaking, for the last fifteen if only I could change, I can excuse myself, no, he will give me the boot so I will sit silently, flapping in my mind waiting for the red to show, on the two wrong cheeks any minute, the stench will snake up up up up it will hit the AC I can see it in my mind it will cover the bay, then the floor, like the Chanel, he is wearing or is it the Dior today Can I empty a bucket of cold water over him? Please, please. Please. that really helps thinking of cold. And water. Over him. then he would cut-out, just like my brain which is busy loosening the first, the second, and the freaking third button of these fancy pants -letting the thum thum thum of the throbbing, dancing a duet with my pulse, go