June drabbles - 9
Silent, dark, moody, sad; life colored by anger unseen… The mother looked down at her sleeping child, fair hair on pillow of green—grass-shaded for life. How she wished he would rise.
In the dark of night, the boy ran away, her son dressed all in black. The mother feared for him; feared someone might run him over unseen; feared after he phoned that she might hit someone else in her hurry to find him.
Then he found music, an old guitar, un-played since the mother’s own gloomy silence and dark.
Now he’s writing songs and playing in the band.
In the dark of night, the boy ran away, her son dressed all in black. The mother feared for him; feared someone might run him over unseen; feared after he phoned that she might hit someone else in her hurry to find him.
Then he found music, an old guitar, un-played since the mother’s own gloomy silence and dark.
Now he’s writing songs and playing in the band.
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