Lost in transition
Lit Up – April’s Prompt: Transition
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1 min readApr 23, 2018
He walks around town with a thick blanket of a coat slung around his shoulders and a crazed grin on his face, strumming a single chord on a slightly out of tune guitar. The rhythmic melancholy matches his unsteady gait.
Perpetually on the verge of stumbling, his feet lead him listlessly around his route. His guitar changes colour depending on the day. Purple today, green tomorrow.
Where does a homeless man keep his collection of guitars? Or perhaps he isn’t homeless. Perhaps he is just temporarily lost in transition.
Staggering onward, he is unaware of the season changing above and around him.
Sunshine equates to rain, snow, wind, whatever.
His chord remains the same.
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