as she placed her hands upon human teeth that made up the keys of the old Underwood typewriter
her fingertips touched the yellowed teeth. each one

one even had a cavity

as she began to type. it was not words that appeared on the white paper but dental imprints
she soon was writing out a code.

That is spooky - where or how did such an underwood appear? I kind of like old typewriters, I grew up with them around me, I felt that controlled my mother in a spooky kind of way...
ReplyDeletesomething about childhood and the organic image of the typewrite from its leather like skin box and its bone like keys
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