daily – 40
I shove the keyboard out of the way and tip the bowl out onto the desk. Coins, pens, clips, rubber bands, a candy cane from at least two Christmases ago, and forgotten bits of plastic spill noisily out and off onto the floor.
I’m already back through the doorway when I finally register what I’d seen: my screen’s running on its own. Hooking my hand around the doorjam to stop myself, I haul my head back into the room with an effort.
It wasn’t just an outbound hack. Some bastard’s gotten into my local system!