VIIIMaggie dried herself off after the shower and got dressed. She heard the rain against her windows as she once again was before her typewriter, adjusting her seat, moving the items on her desk. All the time thinking that something would come to her, some new inspiration would gel. Several hours passed. She stared at the blank sheet that sat in the typewriter's carriage before her. It was no use so she resigned herself to a lost cause and began putting everything away believing next time would be better. Moving the papers on her desk she came across a small newspaper clipping she had saved. It was about a boy who nearly drowned at Tiorati a few weeks back. The boy was pulled to shore but given up as lost, despite all the efforts of everyone there until a man took the boy in his arms and
