Inspiration for this prose came from One Stop Poetry's "One Shoot Sunday" [interview with JackAZ Photography]. I found myself thinking about my old typewriter and its history, from the soul of "her" point-of-view! As a teenager, I vividly remember the day my uncle gifted me with a vintage Underwood typewriter. Oh, how I marveled at her beauty! I fell in love with its charm on that day and have been typing ever since.
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The Royal's Manifesto
Eh, what’s that you say?
You want me to be in your movie?
He, he, he….
Imagine an old girl like me in the movies.
Oh my, what’s that?
I’ll get new ribbons, and my broken keys will be fixed?
Well, my goodness…
Who could say "no" to that?
It’s been many years since I have felt useful.
Now you and so many others, I might add,
want the pleasure of my company.
He, he, he…I feel like Betty White…lol!
Everything old is new again, I guess.
Come again?
Oh my, well now, they complained of ink on their hands,
keys sticking and would you believe, they blamed me…
when they were the ones who made the spelling mistakes
…ungrateful lot.
Oh, the names they called me…well,
I’m too much of a lady to repeat such language.
And they called themselves writers …ha!
Romantic me?
Is that what they say about us now?
My, my, if you only knew the stories I could share.
If they could of only known how important we were.
Perhaps they will now.
Lets begin , shall we?
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