“Nobody is
better than anyone else.”
Superman*
#quote
Today I read my
palm. It was a wanted ad for work at a pizza joint. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Songs of
the Cliff
I'm sitting on
a cliff right now overlooking the ocean seagulls flying left and
right. Oh what you think I'm here to do something dangerous? No I'm
here almost everyday. To play songs. Songs I don't even know. I'm
holding my violin now propping it up on my shoulder and playing.
These songs I don't know? I can never know them until I play them.
I'm not even reading them from a paper either. I'm just making them
up as I go along. I'm not mentally composing them either. They just
come to me as I sit on this cliff. I wonder if they come to me from
the sound of the wind or the beating of the waves or maybe even the
noises of the seagulls. They are always good melodies. Consistent and
clean. I wonder if I should write them down. Sometimes people watch
me preform. I don't mind them. I don't demand payment either. I just
ask them to be quiet so I can have my little cliff. I live in a small
town though so I don't get much attention. Today though something
different happened. A wonderfully pretty girl my age walked up and
sat down next to me on the cliff.
“May I play
with you?” she asked, holding out her own violin.
“Certainly.”
I responded.
And we played
together. Somehow the same songs I came up with came to her head and
we were in perfect synch. We played together till the late afternoon.
My usual stopping time. At that time we exchanged names. She told me
she had heard of me and asked if we could play together the next day.
We did and we kept playing together day after day. We stayed silent
as we played but at the end of each afternoon we told each other more
and more about each other. And over time we bonded more and more.
And eventually
a time came and we wed on that very cliff our violins in hand.
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