A beginning, or perhaps an ending, that's as far as I've been able to get. I wrote this a year ago and have been waiting for inspiration and time to maybe add more...
DO NOT PUSH THE READ BUTTON
She sat on her doorstep, still as a porcelain doll. A dog barked at her as it led its owner down the cobblestone street. Several people passed her by without so much as a glimpse. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Her head drooped, and a pad of paper slipped from her lifeless fingers. The sheets fluttered in the soft wind. The single page with writing on it read:
Dear Reader;
If you are reading this then you know I am dead. I don’t blame anybody but myself. Not that you care, but do remember this if nothing else: DO NOT PUSH THE RED BUTTON.
