Two nights later, Frank was gearing up to ask the question again. I’m honestly surprised he had let it lie as long as he had.
The door slams shut so hard it rattles our pictures on the wall. If only I had kept my mouth shut...
Hell found me. It wasn't in the dead of night like you might expect or on a dark and stormy day.
Fingers encased in thin, white plastic raced across the keys, doling out a certain kind of digital doom with glee.
A blackboard is an example of one of life’s greatest lessons. Once words have been put out there, they can’t be fully erased again.
The memory was a happy one, but faded at the edges. Like a photograph that had been handled a few too many times.
She’d thought the chess set was relatively normal, even if the style was a bit cheekier than she was used to.
The study was a fairly straightforward one: take a bunch of people who had never done psychotropic drugs and see how they fared with this new pharmaceutical for pain.
No matter how many pianos those fingers touched nor how many rooms had the music they made echoing from their walls, the little church where they'd first played in public always had the best acoustics.
I stare at the photo for a while, trying to form words as its taker waits patiently. "I like the contrast of the colors."
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