I was writing a story on my old iMac (long gone now) when my husband called me away. When I returned, the screen was black, with a black avatar of a bomb. I moved the mouse from side to side.

The screen refreshed. Clouds dotted a pretty blue sky. Flying through that sky was the bomb, circling and smoking and laughing at me as it ate every file on my hard drive. The piece I’d been working on was long gone.

I woke up to Friday the 13th.