Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Killing the keyboard

Harris plonked the large box down on the desk and sucked in his lips.

"Umm," he said. "It's all here. There's a keyboard in there as well as the mouse and monitor."

He moved some bits of twisted metal.

"There's the PC serial number so you can confirm that it belongs to me, Tom Harris".

Two hours earlier he had been on the phone to the I.T. department, almost in tears, begging for a new computer as his one kept rebooting itself at the most inappropriate time.

The service desk lady had politely told him that they were short of new PC's and he'd have to wait his turn. Then she hung up on him.

Harris slammed the receiver down and growled at the black screen in front of him. To his left was a stack of handwritten reports he had to enter into a spreadsheet.

He thumped the case of the PC on his desk and pressed the start button.

"Half an hour! That's all I need. Half an hour and then you can play up!"

Fifteen minutes later while Harris was head down and tabbing through his spreadsheet, the PC started it's reboot.
Harris screamed and thumped his desk with both fists.

He unplugged the PC from the wall socket; ripped the network cables out and put the whole lot on his office chair.

He wheeled the makeshift trolley to the fire exit and using his back to open the door, he pulled the chair through after him and then pushed it hard down the concrete stairs...

The IT technician looked at the contents of the box.

"The computer is broken," he said rubbing his chin. "Really broken".

"You could say that," Harris replied. "Any chance of a new one then?"