Trapped [50-Words]

My computer randomly shutdown. Clicks of my mouse were met with beep-beep-beep. I stared at a dark screen, noticing one perfect handprint—fingerprints reaching outward. I placed my fingertips over fingertips feeling a ripple and shift as a hand yanked me into the matrix. Look closely and take my hand.

Lisa H. Owens
Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday
October 15, 2021

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