Almost 10:00 and that was my curfew to go to bed while Mom was pounding her writer’s block. Conquering it, she typed away on The Runes, clacking her fingers on the tumultuous keys that sounded more like torture as oppose to bliss. I couldn’t go to sleep with all that rowdiness and I was distant from it. I even closed the door on her and it was still heard through the thin layers of the wall. 30 minutes later, it was all over and my mom snuck into my room to kiss me good night.
Another 30 minutes later, I had thought it was all over. Those typing sounds.
The Letter M
I thought Mom was done with The Runes for tonight. If she’s on the typewriter then I’ll have to tell her to postpone until the morning time, because I can’t take those constant clickety-clackety keys. I got out of my comfort zone and exited the room while walking towards the den area. I looked to see if anybody was near the table, but nobody was there except for the typewriter sitting alone on the table. Then, I checked to see if Mom was in her room. Fast asleep she was and I was starting to get skeptical and if she didn’t know any historical info about this contraption.
Being curious yet again, I looked at the sheet that was still locked inside the sheet holder. I pulled it out and read it. I know how Mom wrote, and this isn’t one of her latest works.