From the ever interesting http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ comes… Friday Fictioneers.
The computer’s desktop had never resembled the desk it lay upon, so clutter free and clean was it that Yandi often wondered why she couldn’t make her humble Rumah Adat just as tidy. Silly virtual world she thought, lighting candles, as if the real world could ever resemble you. The laptop hummed gently, its picture of Kanagawa white in the semi darkness. There was a thump. The gate had slammed shut.
She looked out of the window, watching the wind and waves whipping along the shoreline. One wave in particular, looked terrifying.
“Hmm. Looks just like the-“