Descriptive Form: Another writer’s companion
Tap, tap, tap, tap it goes. The white square keys cheeped against her drumming fingers. The alphabet is stamped onto the keys in a sequence order different from the Alphabet song everyone learns at age one. Tap, there goes a letter popping onto a screen. The same one her finger pressed on. Numbers and symbols are on it to available at the tip of her fingers, literally, to help her develop her thoughts. Tap, tap, tap, her head is still but her fingers blur with every tap, tap, tap, revealing the narrative in her mind. Silence. She must be thinking. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Away she went.