Reviews: Softkeys

Then, softly — so softly she almost didn’t notice — the keys began to vibrate. Not the warm hum of truth. Not the cold click of anger. Something new. A slow, irregular pulse. Like a heartbeat. Like the keyboard was afraid.

She typed through her mother’s diagnosis. Through the slow erasure of a woman who once braided her hair. Through the argument with her father about nursing homes — the keys had gone brittle and cold that night, like little icicles under her fingers.

“It saved my marriage.” — 5 stars. “I finally feel heard when I write.” — 5 stars. “My therapist recommended it.” — 5 stars.

She placed her fingers on the home row.