Fiction Scribbling #1

As electricity pulsed through her fingertips, she suddenly had this sickening desire to repeat the careless mistake, but for much longer. It felt as if all her cells were reinvigorated. How long would it take for someone to find me? she wondered silently. What would be the lasting memory of me? How would it feel to hold on and never let go? – these are the thoughts that pervaded her mind as the microwave plug continued to dangle limply in her right hand. She stared out into space, clearly entranced by a straggling thought. Her skin was buzzing; the hairs on her arm stood up. Something inside her had awoken.

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