I heard about this flash fiction thing and I wondered how could someone write any kind of story in five hundred words? To write a story things have to have space to develop. A story needs some characters and a plot,

But then I got it. The story could be about me. If it’s about me I can tell you I look pretty normal, except maybe when I get upset I yell a little, but then who doesn’t?

It took me a long time to hack into Triond where I figured someone could read my story. The computer isn’t really set up for office tasks and I had to use Veronica to get in and open the door. Veronica means “Very Easy Rodent Oriented net-wide Index to Computer Archives”. It’s from back in the day but it works.

Flash fiction is made for me too since I can only type with one finger and no too fast at that. It’s hard for me to reach the keyboard. The lap top is only set up in here some of the time and it’s mostly hooked up to control my chemical drip and administer periodic electroshock. If I just nudge the wall with one hand and toe I can reach the keyboard with on finger even though they have the restraints tightened down so it’s pretty uncomfortable.

Uh. Oh. I hear the orderlies coming. Crap. And I’ve only used up 285 words. They always send two orderlies. Since I bit the tip of the one guy’s nose off they always send two. Well…gotta sign off. It would get them upset if they found out I was cruising around, talking to you.