Back to the taskbar it went. Waiting. Diminished. Hoping, perhaps, that next time, the would be permanent. That the window, and the man staring at it, would finally come back to something that felt like home.
Finally, with a sigh that tasted like stale coffee, he’d right-click the taskbar icon. And there it was. The tiny, miraculous, almost never-used command: .
WHUMP.