A digital ghost calls - 01
The notebook screen now flickers and jumps but not to the usual blue death. Its ratio seems to be shrinking to half, twisting like a hankie torn from left to right. Now screen pixels set themselves into blurred squares for flashing up in the middle of the monitor center. They twist and twirl and with a sudden pop they jump into Alex’ gaze: Hello. Then a short sentence appears. - I am Maria. At these words on the screen Alex blenches, swallows and darts hasty glances seeking escape. - How to send you away! He has no time to switch his laptop off, because as if rehearsed, long, full sentences stream the screen eager to tell. Every semicolon, every comma in its right place, and the periods hit the screen to affirm thoughts. - You think somebody writes these. Mistaken. I am one who never existed, one w