The Gift

Words flowed onto the screen, not paper. She used keys instead of a pen. The backspace key became her eraser. Her graceful, wrinkled fingers traced the smooth edges of the new laptop he'd just bought for her. He looked quizzically at her as her lips broke into a faint smile at the sight of her most cherished gift - the golden cross-pen he'd gifted her decades ago; it still adorned her bedside table and ruled her heart.