Winnie sat down in front of the typewriter. It was time, she couldn’t keep putting it off. If she didn’t get some words on paper now, she may as well give up her dream as a writer.
The keys were old and brittle but the new ribbon was full of ink and life.
She stroked the side of the box and thought of all the places this magical thing could take her if only she could come up with the words.
Slowly at first, one click at a time, and then getting faster and faster. The paper transformed from a blank white plain into a portal to the past, the future and places unknown.