He touches the ice-cold glass. Moon shimmers on the rain-spattered street. His breath fogs the window.
Morning will arrive too soon. Another Monday in a soul-crushing existence.
Sissy’s his daily salvation. Her smiles light the back room of the construction office. If only they were for him.
I’ve got a thing for Queen, and way too many other ‘older’ bands. Got a thing, too, for writing these miniature, microstories about people’s lives. Add in music, and oh my goodness. Our lives are richer than 50 words, but imagine what we tell others in only 50 seconds — even if we say nothing.
Thanks to Song Done Wrong for being a platform for fun!