Meta Ficton Op. 1
‘”Yoibito Kurushii was a hard-working programmer who loved his job and his girlfriend. One day when he came home, his jaw dropped. Every piece of furniture, every book from the shelf, everything that could be said of their shared life for the past few years, was removed. The house was so tidily cleaned that he began to wonder if he was experiencing a scene in fiction. Was his girlfriend abducted by some secret service aliens? Or space pirates? Or was his girlfriend in fact an alien herself?
Just as different scenarios went on in the different cores of his head, he noticed a piece of letter-sized paper on the floor, all uppercase letters, in Arial (yes, in Arial):
‘THE OTHER DAY I WAS NAKED AND YOU WERE STILL DOING YOUR @#$%! CODING ?!’”
I was laughing out loud and told the person sitting next to me. “Hey, it’s such a nice story! I should blog it. In fact I’m blogging it right now!”
She shouted at me:
“I AM NAKED NOW AND YOU ARE TELLING ME YOU’RE @#$%! BLOGGING ?!”‘
I was rolling on the floor laughing and told the person …