Witness Mrs. Trish Vickers, a charter member in the Dorsett Literary Club. A bookish little woman whose passion is the printed page, but who is conspired against by a blank page without elastic bands and diabetes and a world full of tongue-cluckers and the unrelenting cartridge of ink. But in just a moment, Mrs. Vickers will enter a world without elastic bands or diabetes or ink or anything else. She'll have a world all to herself...without anyone

"It's not FAIR! It's not FAIR at all! Wait, here are the nice boffins from the forensics department!"



The best laid plans of mice and men...and Trish Vickers...the small woman in the dark glasses who wanted nothing but ink. Trish Vickers, now just a part of a crumpled first draft, just a piece of the scrap paper, just a fragment of what man has deeded to himself. Mrs Trish Vickers....in the Twilight Zone

HawgWild: I shouldn't be laughing! I'm glad they were able to save it ...

Fortunately, she was able to make a strong impression.

She needs one of these^

Pfff, Anne Frank did it over 60 years ago.