Ran to get a hug
From a beloved uncle
Who the hell are you?
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Mother Combs and writers in Poets and other communities.
A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
By Raistlin Allen5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
hahaha far too relatable! love it, Sharon!
Lol, this one was very relatable! I think all of us have done it at some point in our lives!
That's great. Lol.
Oops is right. I just did that with a complete stranger, thinking he was my chiropractor! Nope, he wasn't.I had already waved from a distance. I apologized and said to nobody, "Well I can look like a crazy person" as I drove off.
Ha ha! I remember doing this as a tiny child!
Loved it!! LOL 💕❤️❤️