By Douglas Reid
Glancing at the time, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Five minutes to finish this piece before the deadline.
With no internet at home, this coffee shop was the last resort. Ignoring the murmur of voices, clatter of dishes, and hissing of the espresso machine, he struggled to focus on every line, every word.
Concentrate! This rewrite had to be his best effort yet—or no grant. No money for next month’s rent, so back to working at the shoe store.
Final edit and ready to submit, the screen went dark.
He could already smell new leather and sweaty feet.
Human condition. Great story.
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Great, Doug. So you can keep a conversation short.
So great! The crush of that disappointment is all too relatable. Computers are the WORST.