Pencil

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Sheila never looked back from her red, bendy pencil.

She ordered it off Amazon, and its promise of a point that never lost its sharpness, was indeed a great selling point. Depending on her mood, or even choice in her mind, the colour changed from red, blue, green, purple, orange; and all the other colours nobody mentioned.

One day, she even managed a rainbow, which created so much inspiration, it flowed on the page into one beautiful short story about a unicorn. A year to remember; as far as pencils went anyway. No more need to sharpen your pencil, there was a way of erasing mistakes as well.

Now, as her granddaughter sat beside her, she showed the amazing thing her pencil could achieve. Virtual rooms, and even in play there was no imagination. It was addictive too.

‘What can I write Grannie?’ Roberta asked, sitting at the table.

‘Anything you want, it’s called inspiration, for instance, the sky, what colour is it?’

‘Grannie! Off course it is blue, I love the clouds. One is shaped like a . . . like my cat.’

‘That’s what you write then, and keep going.’

Roberta wrote a sentence, then smiled as the colour changed to white, like the clouds in the sky. ‘Grannie, this pencil, it’s amazing!’