A writer I follow, Chuck Wendig, often posts Flash Fiction challenges on his blog on Fridays. I got this one from a January post, so I can’t submit a link to it in his comments as he says to do, but I’m posting it here anyway because fuck writer’s block. Since Wendig is mostly a science fiction author, I decided to try writing a science fiction-y story.
Morning routines should be routine. Even when you’ve got a chronic, potentially life-threatening illness, there are certain things that just always happen, and a morning routine is one of those things. Even if–especially if–your chronic, potentially life-threatening illness is kept in check by (among other things) a neural net of brain implants in your cerebellum and temporal lobe that keep you breathing, blinking, standing, walking, talking.
Wake up, coffee, toast, update neural software, brush teeth, shower, get dressed, make lunch for later.
That is my routine. Every morning.
I like routine.
And then one day. Just some stupid regular Tuesday.
Wake up, coffee, toast, update–
stutter stutter stutter blank
Wake up, coffee–but there’s already coffee. I already made coffee but I have to make coffee again.
Coffee, toast, up–
circle circle circle circle blank
No, brain, I already made coffee, why are we making coff–
Some corner of my brain knows that this is not the routine but I can’t–
coffee toaste up–
blue blue blue blue
I am crying now. Coffee toast coffee toast what was wrong why can’t I stop–
cycle cycle cycle cycle
Somebody help me, somebody come check on me–
error error error error