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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

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.

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