He stared at it.
It stared back at him.
It seemed harmless, a spinning circle.
Yet within it he sensed malevolence, an ominous presence, a threat.
Was it sneering at him? Laughing at his bad fortune?
How long would the stand-off last?
He’d been through the anger and rage, his crushed coffee cup was evidence of that.
Resignation followed frustration.
He leaned forward and held down the power button.
The screen went blank, the spinning circle of death disappeared.
A morning’s work lost, an afternoon ahead trying to remember what he had written.
He pushed the power button again.
The screen blinked on.
There was the circle again, spinning away with contempt.