Challenge #12: Weekly Quick Fic

Dec 29, 2012 19:42

When she sat down, I was excited to see her-it’s been a long time-and she seemed optimistic, but now she’s stopped typing I can see her brow furrow and frustration build in the creases of her face. Don’t give up, I want to shout, but I can’t find the words.

As she walks away, I watch helplessly. I re-read the short passages she left. Though I read everything she writes, I am never able to offer advice or tell her when she’s fretting too much.

The only words I have are the ones she gives me, her typewriter.

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