Haley Redden

The Book of Inclination

A peculiar pen suddenly falls out of the book. It looks like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I gently lift the pen, barely picking it up between two fingers. There are three perfect grooves and my hand slips naturally into a writer's form. Immediately, the metal grows and begins to weave itself around my hand. The crinkled pages grow brighter and begin to look as new as the day they were first made.