Loony

 

John spills some tea on his laptop.

In a frantic rush, John tries to finish his final essay on time. It's 3 am and he's on his sixth cup of Extra-caffeinated tea. THe jitters in his hand actually helping him type faster as his fingers moved faster across the keys. Suddenly when he grabs his cup to take a sip, the jitters knock the cup over straight onto the laptop; and all that had work is gone.

On a late summer's eve, John's life was ruined. Like a truly wise student, he had decided to procrastinate Dr. Anderson's final paper; and he was regretting it now. On the cramped brown graham-cracker sized wood substitute the school generously called a desk; John pounded away at the keys like a mad musician playing a fast-tempo Jazz symphony. Foucault's pendulum and other physics terms undulated across his eyes and the words began to form into an amorphous blob. Shaking his head, he reached for his mug of his favorite cinnamon tea to calm his eyes; the heavy caffeine forcing the words back into focus like a microscope as his hands started to shake uncontrollably. A side effect of guzzling a gallon of the stuff but a small price to pay for John's future. He could see the small red pupils of the cartoon loon on his mug staring at him with judgemental eyes, as if it were saying "The only Loon here is this guy..."John sneered at his cup and watched on in horror ad the jittery fingers failed to grasp the cup properly, causing it to spill onto his laptop.

For a horrifying moment everything was still. John stared into the Loons eyes. Like it was saying "See? Told you so."

"You can't be serious." John thought.

"'fraid so" the Loon eyed back. "And the last time you saved was... Oof three hours ago."

"No..No. No this can't be happening."

"Oh but it is"

"SHUT UP LOON!"

The liquid finally hit the keys with an ungracious splatter, like blood splayed upon a wall after a gunshot in an action movie. It coated the laptop in a thin layer of brown liquid that quickly seeped into the cracks like ants trying to hide in the ground. A moment passed and a loud BZZRRTTT rang through the air like an electronic trumpet. The laptop's screen flickered, images of various documents John had written flashed across the screed, games he played, images he edited, movies he'd watched flashed before John's eyes literally as the library of Alexandria was lost forever.