The Typewriter 

THE OBSESSIVE WRITER

Y O U.

Every morning, she found the same three letters etched onto the piece of paper on her dusty old type writer.

The presence was too big to ignore. She felt it. In the air. Something calling out to her…

Another writer with a busy life. She was torn in between making a living and wanting to live.

© Abirami

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