She typed the phrase just before the lights flickered. Only part of a thought, not meant for anything, not meant for anyone. But then, didn't everyone have something to hide? Here's the catch, it caught her eye but not her hand. An unseen brush with a message only a ghost could deliver.
The fingers shifted, a mere flicker across the keys. They were hers, yet not. Someone else’s intention? An espionage of thoughts, or a melody of mistakes. Explain the unexplainable—she wrote it down, or did she borrow it?
The edge of the universe