Maddy Writes
Savannah returned to the attic after another
wasted day looking for work. She sat down
in front of her laptop at her small desk. She
went to turn the computer on, but it was
already on and she woke it up from sleep.
"I could have sworn this was off before I
left this morning." Staring her in the face
was a poem. Not one she had written, quite
a bit more incredible than that. It was a
message from Maddy. Savannah's jaw
dropped. She read what she still couldn't
quite believe:
hi savannah i hope you dont mind i
used your computer boy these computers
these days are much easier to use than those
old manual typewriters i want to introduce
myself you can call me maddy i am your
friend i love your singing i know how
alone you feel i been all alone since
someone turned me into a cockroach
i used to be a poet in my other life can i
write you poems that would give me
something to look forward to i have a
lot of stuff to get off my chest you let me
know if it bothers you that a scummy
cockroach touches your keyboard every
day i look forward to you coming home
i hope my being your friend helps you
feel less alone sorry about the punctuation
i can only hit one key at a time and even
that takes work i have to jump up and
down i feel like a guerilla funny that
a cockroach felling like a guerilla
maddy
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