Judith

She sat in front of the computer screen one last time. Typing. She always typed. It was stress relief, something vaguely constructive to do on those days when all you want to do is rip your brain out, give it a serious scrubbing, then put it back in. On those days, washing your eyeballs and ripping out your spine helped too.

She received an instant message from someone but she ignored it. She continued typing. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap. Furiously she smashed the keys. Smash. S-mash. Smash.

Just a little bit more. A little bit further. Just one more thought.

Yours oh-so-insincerely,
Judith.

Done. Let's see what Cantridge Paper made of that. Served them right for giving her a paper cut.