Guitar Strings in the Snow
by Sparks In Shadow
They escape her pocket onto a snowbank as she hurries away. This winter evening, in waning sun before packed offices empty, she heads for the last subway seats.
Holding the tall case between her knees as the car rocks, her eyes close. For ten minutes she’ll review lyrics. The set list is in her fingers. Music never scares her. Words can.
Thirty come to listen, adore her songs, her voice. She pretends comfort with their praise, hiding.
New strings lie in reserve, shining copper before use. She’d kept the first ones broken onstage – the guitar strings in the snow – luck loosely held, let go, unneeded.
The prompt was, “guitar strings in the snow” – from Jasmine.