Obsolete

underwoodTo and fro he worked, telling another story, letter by letter, line by line. Numerous stories told, passing over the keys of the typewriter. With a ping and a push he ends and begins again. A puppet of the storyteller, the typewriter did his bidding.

Now, the poor, forgotten typewriter lay in waste, obsolete. No longer the cutting edge.

Nothing to do.

Nothing to say.

No more stories to tell.

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