She sucked on her teeth for a long moment; the apple she ate before lingered annoyingly. This time she was going to do it, not only write the e-mail, but send it. Hands poised over keys waiting for neurological impulses: instruction; they hung there for a while. Dear, she tapped out, but she didn’t complete the address.
Fingers waited patiently. What did she want to say anyway? You hurt me, was the immediate thought, but she frowned. Ok, so he hurt me, now what. Nothing, her brain fired. So what’s the point in communicating this idea, she asked the part of her that seemed to be answering today’s questions. So he knows, it told her. Lips puckered, he knows, she said simply. Now what? And there’s nothing he can ever do about it, her emotions finished.
“Augh!!!” she banged the keys in frustration, “Where’s the freakin floss!” and she stomped off to resolve something that had a logical solution.