by Burd

Emptiness spreads, deafening, blinding. The more he strains the more the sparks engulf his thoughts, everything he is desperate to keep. Just one second, that’s all I need. His heart pounds a sickening, sweat-dripping beat, temple pulsing, close to bursting. But now it’s gone, slipped away off his tongue. He sits back, relaxed, emptied, all is forgotten.


Burd is an I.T. Champion, saving the world one email at a time.