The computer screen went black. I clenched my fist, hit “control,” “ option,” “command," peered into the jellied dark for ectoplasmic echoes: notes, journals, photos, mail. My knees unstrung, my breath stuttered.
At the computer store, they said “I’m afraid it’s a goner.”
I didn’t fall asleep until the stars were almost gone and the sky turned grey. When I woke up, I was weightless.
In the ’90’s Toni published a few dozen stories in literary journals such as Ascent, West Branch, Carolina Quarterly. In the uh ohs, she quit writing. Now, she's starting again.