Her Noisy Typer app was working perfectly. Despite the silicone skin lying protectively over her laptop keyboard, the nostalgic clacking of letters materializing across her screen was comforting.
Too bad the words were complete twaddle. How she longed for the days when she could rip out the offending paper from the carriage, wadding it into a tight angry ball of frustration and fling it with righteous indignation in a waiting trash can.
If only closing the laptop could erase the atrociously mundane sentences from her memory. Any attempts at writing were a blinking neon sign, taunting and mocking her.