Helena.

I may be a total shoe.
I was sitting here at my desk wondering, What should I do for my project today, and staring at my post-its and feeling somewhat minimalist.  So I think, What about something with dots?  Dots placed in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement--how bout that? 
So I'm playing with this idea when I think, Oh, what about braille?  Braille consists of dots.  And I'm thinking, Well I can't really make functional braille, but I could use its alphabet to make a poster.  But what to write?
So then I'm downloading and installing braille fonts on my sister's computer, looking through my old stories, cutting and pasting, shrinking and enlarging text, coloring this and that, when my sister asks, Is today Helen?
I say, Helena, yeah, and I'm wondering, That's weird that she knows that.  She must pay more attention to this project then I thought.  How touching considering she just had a baby.
And she says, Yeah, I figured that's why you were doing braille.
Oh dear me.  I never thought of that.  Or did I think of it subconsciously? 
But really and truly, this has nothing to do with Helen Keller.  Or it does, but I didn't mean it too.  Oops.

The first is a scan that really didn't turn out all that well and the second is (if you can't quite tell) a picture of the printed out poster.
The text consists of the first and last paragraphs of a short short I wrote with the spaces and punctuation taken out plus the title (The Kodiak) in red plus the words "a story by Kaitlin Bliss of Mass" because that happened to be enough characters to fill in the last line. 
I think it looks pretty neat.