she’s waiting by the
computer, pacing, watchful,
eyes trained on the screen.
the email inbox, empty, stays
clear – still nothing new comes in.
she anticipates
something, though she is unsure
what she’s looking for.
under her feet, the floor is
cold. an error pops up: blocked.
message blocked, same as
all the tries before now, and
she explodes into
a rush, frenzied typing, clicks.
tries to undo her mistakes.
tuckedintoacorner 
Smiles, sure tells the story, thanks for joining in on the fun writing tanka poetry.
All the best for the coming weekend.
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