Brian Meeks has delusions of novelist, which he feeds by writing the Henry Wood Detective series (Available soon and on his blahg)

Kathryn sat at her desk watching her Twitter stream on TweetDeck.  There were a couple of people talking about a movie; she hesitated to jump in, because she had been watching for while. It always stressed her out, to feel like a lurker.

Her spawn had been put to bed an hour ago.  She felt like they didn’t appreciate her for hosting the little parasites for nine months, but she loved them.  Her husband was lightly snoring on the couch, while ESPN droned on in the background.

A quick check of Gmail revealed a bevy of stuff in the inbox.  A message from Groupon didn’t interest her, so she deleted it.  A few bits of spam were trashed too.  Then she saw it, from FB, “Mrs. Robinson, you have been tagged in a photo.” The anxiety she had felt at watching the Twitter stream now seemed trivial.  She couldn’t move, her right hand hovered over the mouse, afraid to click.  If it was from Lucy, she might kill her.  It was.

At least three people had already seen it. (more…)