The Omen

I let the wee man loose on my work computer this morning.

My thinking is that it will keep him occupied with an educational hint while I run around getting ready, trying to calm the early storm.

I’m brushing my teeth when I hear him.

‘Daddy, come and see what I’ve made on the computer’.

I walk in. There it is on the white screen, the three numbers flickering at me.

My son is staring, his innocent, angelic face waiting for my approval.


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