by Nina Miller

You saw me selling wares from a cart. Watched my bosom jiggle as I cried over my pies. Asked me what was wrong, and I told you of my sister kidnapped by necromancers. I needed a knight errant and offered what I had. You obliged.

You entered the cave and negotiated with the evildoers. The game glitched as you took their gold instead of my sister. You saw me in the shadows just before your screen went blank.

Pop-ups cascaded with warning, warning, warning, as I downloaded hidden photos, took your money, released medical records, and made private chats public.

Nina Miller

Nina Miller is an Indian-American physician, epee fencer, and creative who made the Wigleaf Top 50 for 2024. She loves writing competitions and drinking chai. Find her flash and thoughts on writing within Flash Fusion, an anthology by Dahlia Books. Find her @NinaMD1 and her published pieces at:

Website: ninamillerwrites.com