Alex’s hand trembled over the keyboard. He wanted to close the laptop, but his fingers had a mind of their own. One more press. Just one more.
Alex’s heart kicked against his ribs. He looked behind him. Empty room. Locked door. laptop screen shot button
Under the photo, a line of text appeared, typed letter by letter in real time: Alex’s hand trembled over the keyboard
Nothing happened. No flash, no click, no satisfying shutter sound. Disappointed but not surprised, he shrugged and opened a document to type a few desperate words. a line of text appeared