The black square package lays before me - The red lettering tells me these are light gauge strings… The sealed sepia packet spills out of the flap, the overlapping tags on each individual rounded coil clearly visible. Two picks, a purple and a red, poke out of the side of the package…
I snap out of my reverie when the gentleman behind the counter asks me if I want anything else… I smile, pay the man, and leave…
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Familiar music plays… Fingers glides over the strings, producing wave after wave of soothing melody..and wave after wave of emotion…My thoughts wander… Scenes play in my head like screenshots from a movie… The past year flashes by…. His question flashes on my screen, but my hurt does not allow me to reply… My head is tilted downwards, my elbows rest on my knees… Only my eyes flicker upwards.. a single tear trickles down..and I sing… “It’s too late…to apologize…. Its too late….”
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