Gaby In Cursive Novels & Stories

I opened it, and my stomach did a slow, sick flip. The handwriting was a nightmare. It was a cramped, cursive script, full of loops and slanted lines that looked more like barbed wire than letters. To my eyes, it was a moving target. The words didn't just sit there, they vibrated, the "f"s and "s"s tangling together until the page looked like a map of a forest I’d never find my way out of. Disbursement... Asset Recovery... I tried to type the first entry, but my hand cramped. The letters on the screen didn't match the movements of my fingers. I deleted the line. Then I deleted it again.

But things had spiraled too quickly, and she’d never had the chance. “Get it.” Pete shoved her toward her desk. Hands shaking, Gabriella yanked open the drawer and pulled out the pen, holding it out to him. “Here. This is it.” Pete studied the worn fountain pen, eyes flicking over the engraved “F” on the cap. His lips curved in satisfaction as he slipped it into his pocket. “What do you want that for?” Gabriella asked when she saw him heading for the door. Pete stopped, his eyes narrowing in warning.