He spotted the box behind a dumpster. Getting closer, he saw it was an old typewriter in a case. Strange. He grasped the handle.
At home, he put the kettle on and slid a slice of bread into the toaster. Then he set the typewriter on the table and opened the case. Oddly, the ribbon seemed fresh. He found some paper.
Remembering the dreams he once had, he began to type. Even a humble life deserves sweetness.