Short Story Saturday

 

She hears a faint crying coming from upstairs. The crying stops. She continues tapping the keys on her keyboard; mesmerized by each letter gliding across the white screen.

Little footsteps bump down the stairs.

"Mummy"

"What are you doing down here so late?"

"Hug mummy"


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