He sat at the laptop, fingers poised over the keyboard. Minutes passed before the proverbial lightbulb appeared above his head. He smiled, tapped out the first word . . . and the screen went blank. He’d forgotten the scheduled restart for updates. Now the impatient fingers were tapping the table. Pray inspiration wouldn’t run out before . . .
Flash Fiction Fifty Five: a short piece consisting only of 55 words, including the title
Zenrinji 