Michael's fingers glided along the keys. Sipping hot black coffee he admired his work. He was building a website for a non-profit that had hired him on a whim; he was spending long hours perfecting it. He scratched his neck. The itching had gotten worse over the last few days. Some kind of growth he dismissed but now couldn’t ignore. Michael went to the bathroom and rubbed ointment on the spot. Looking at it in the mirror it appeared twice as big as yesterday. Back at the computer, he took a deep breath and brought up Steemit.
“Just a quick break and I’ll make a doctor’s appointment.”
Upvoting his favourite authors, suddenly his right arm went rigid. He tried to move the mouse; grabbing his right arm with his left, he couldn’t budge it. The growth on his neck started to pulsate. The itching was spreading. His left arm went rigid, then his feet. Involuntarily, his right hand began to move the mouse.
“No, not that post!” Michael screamed with the last of his free will.
As his vision dimmed, he heard a click and saw a blue arrow light up. Then everything went dark.
Got my vote!
Thank you @agbona :)