[Old instincts crawl up his spine, but he grips his arms to keep from turning around. Its quiet for a long time after she storms out, and he doesn't move for much longer after that.
The sun was sparkling on the water when he finally moved, only to push a few of the large bits of glass away with a toe. A song catches in his throat, but he shakes it off. Letting it sink back into the dark cavity of his stomach.
There were other songs out there, other songs to sing and use...it had worked for Ernesto, hadn't it? He still had the shop to pay for; he'd been unable to give his family what they needed while alive...he wasn't going to ruin that chance again.]
Come on.
[He picks up the guitar, sits on the edge of the swamp and begins to play. Old songs, none his own but good ones. Ones that played to people's hearts and smiles.
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Re: 12/18 6pm
Date: 2019-02-10 05:52 am (UTC)The sun was sparkling on the water when he finally moved, only to push a few of the large bits of glass away with a toe. A song catches in his throat, but he shakes it off. Letting it sink back into the dark cavity of his stomach.
There were other songs out there, other songs to sing and use...it had worked for Ernesto, hadn't it? He still had the shop to pay for; he'd been unable to give his family what they needed while alive...he wasn't going to ruin that chance again.]
Come on.
[He picks up the guitar, sits on the edge of the swamp and begins to play. Old songs, none his own but good ones. Ones that played to people's hearts and smiles.
He needed to talk to the Profe again.]