Trying out a new flash prompt site: 200 Word Tuesdays. This month's prompts are nostalgia and empty fields.
Anti-Social
The lines were blurring. Save for a few naps, he’d been at
the terminal for a week straight, hunched over and massaging the coding to make
certain it was perfect. The last time Clip-12 hustled this hard was when he was
working on mastering his debut album for StyleStrong records.
At the time they called it a hungry album; the work of a
young man making a name for himself. The rumors of his debauched, party-addled hot
tub lifestyle grew as large as his album sales. He loved it despite it mostly
living in the imaginations of his fans.
Young artists, like his son, coming up today had to actually
live legendary lifestyles on social media to even have enough street cred to
sell albums. He surrounded his station with magazine cutouts of rappers, like
his son, that had died chasing that same notoriety online. It kept him
motivated.
In the void left by his son Clip-12 dedicated himself to
learn coding. Matching his passion for that first album he’d devoted himself to
writing an HTML string that would effectively command the internet to delete
itself. It was time. He kissed the cross on his neck and tipped his ball cap to
the faces on his wall before striking the enter key. The field, and eventually
the whole screen emptied.
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