Sound
The waves crashed on the rocky atlantic coast below as on the cliff above Duncan stood. The sun over head, the sky the softest blue without a puffy cloud in…
Plucking
I caress the old instrument, tracing the wooden pattern I know so well. I pluck a string and listen to the the low vibration. I let my tears fall. I wish I…
Splinters
It was that same day that I found out. I mean, everyone’s entitled to a little psychosis at that point, right? I just don’t know why it was I needed to take it…