A man sat with a tiny white laptop,
hammering away on tiny keys as a story flowed from his mind.
Smiling as he typed he worked against the little clock counting down on the bottom of the screen.
The low battery sign flashed once more.
He sighed to himself.
He had told her a fib, that he was round the corner at a wine bar chilling out,
I'll finish my wine and drop something off soon
So there he was at the restaurant, trying to build a universe out of words.
Scenes flashed in his mind, colours clashed and heroes triumphed.
Then the tiny laptop issued its ultimatum, battery critical
The man closed the lid and jumped into the car, driving that growingly familiar road to his apartment.
Throwing open the door and straight to the couch he sat in long brown coat and all, feeding the hungry white beast its life line and letting the story continue to pound on.
When it was finished, he wrapped it in a letter, and smiled as the send button was hit.
As you have gifted me so many originals, so I gift you this humble one
A picture tells a thousand words he thought to himself, and so it goes.
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