Inhaling

by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Orangeacid via Flickr

I was there before the others, unyielding, brooking huffs and “excuse me”s like a stone. Inhaling his adrenalized aura as he stood in that echoing hallway searching for his name, would be worth any derision.

A vein in his neck pulsed as he glided closer to the notice, eyes scanning the list.

Recognition swept over him. Glimpsing me for a second, grinning, he swept back his hair and turned to grace the outside world.

Why did I pick the bagpipes? Only they and the glockenspiel were left. I could’ve bailed, but he’d walked by, smelling of Snickers, pheromones and laundry soap.

He played guitar, too.

The prompt was, “Why did I pick the bagpipes?” – from Tony Powers.

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