Dodging firing squads and death rays and armed only with a pen and the blank page that had tormented her for weeks, she composes a fragile fairytale praying Mr Ed might show kindness if a comma should stray from its allotted position.
It is a small story emitting only a dull gleam in the dark, but perhaps it may be bright enough to guide the old woman out of the woods and into a happy ever after ending.