Her fingertips
poised
above the keyboard
hovering…
a tentative touch
here,
a poke
there,
a word formed,
and then another,
a string,
a chain,
sentences appeared…
a gateway to a story.
She repeated the process
—and the world inside her mind flowed forth.
©December 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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