JUST ONE CLICK

Just one click and we are connected.

Not true with me—one click and I am disconnected, and the hunt begins.

Are any of my support group available? They can reside in any part of the compass; they just need a courtesy call.

Call rejected. WiFi unavailable. This call has been sent to a mail box.

Hold on, it is back. What was I trying to do in the first place? Give me a clue.

Thanks, one click leads to two. I start to relax and become complacent. A box appears: update now required. What for? We were doing well.

Being the obedient soul I am, I clicked a blank screen. On its return, I am faced with a totally different layout.

Now what? Read the instructions; they are usually online.

An amazing number of pages, in the smallest of print, challenges the eyes as it rolls by.

Is this progress; is it? More and more items appear on the desktop, many I will never have the nerve to try.

My courage is being challenged more frequently by scammers and hackers, as I struggle to protect my work, using the most up-to-date virus checkers.  

However, they say the human is the weakest link so, in fear and dread, I delete emails with no name, or numbers I fail to recognise.

So I apologise right now if your kind enquiry, of business or friendship, receives no acknowledgement or reply.

I am just a terrified computer user who has to write stories or poems all the time.

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