solitudespeaker2

This story begins with a girl, aged ### and counting, typing to her blank page on the screen of her computer. Spreading her imagination on the page like the butter onto toast that she never eats. Contently pausing and taking a sip at her neglected, cold cup of coffee. Mumbling the words seeping out of her fingers and onto the page. Repeatedly looking up from the keyboard to check for any misconceptions of spellings or punctuation. Her name is #######.