The Ink Herder

Annika Pecchia-Bekkum

The old man slumps forward, eying the paper fervently as he scratches out words with arthritis-plagued hands. Rubbing his eyes with ink-stained fingers, he stands, stretches, and then hobbles painfully out of the room. You wait until the sound of his footsteps fade, before deciding to...
summon your inkfish.
read his draft.