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Mar. 4th, 2013 07:34 pm( sentences )
Dailyprompts: Music box
Nov. 26th, 2012 07:53 pm“Music box”
Just from looking at it, one wouldn’t see anything special about the piece. There were probably hundreds like it sold in stores all over the country. And yet Peter knew this one was different. He was more than happy to dig out his money to bring the piece home with him.
“Just how she described it,” he murmured to himself. He ran his fingers over the lid, imagining the memories this simple music box still held. Peter opened it and listened to the soft music. Claire talked a lot about that, too. All these years later and she could still remember all the notes.
It might have been a token of the past for both of them, but it held so much more significance for Claire. Peter thought that maybe if she could hold it in her hands and listen to it play for her again… Who knew? Maybe it would give her a sense of closure at last. Or at least lessen the burden of all the memories she carried.
Peter closed the lid, silencing the music again.
Just from looking at it, one wouldn’t see anything special about the piece. There were probably hundreds like it sold in stores all over the country. And yet Peter knew this one was different. He was more than happy to dig out his money to bring the piece home with him.
“Just how she described it,” he murmured to himself. He ran his fingers over the lid, imagining the memories this simple music box still held. Peter opened it and listened to the soft music. Claire talked a lot about that, too. All these years later and she could still remember all the notes.
It might have been a token of the past for both of them, but it held so much more significance for Claire. Peter thought that maybe if she could hold it in her hands and listen to it play for her again… Who knew? Maybe it would give her a sense of closure at last. Or at least lessen the burden of all the memories she carried.
Peter closed the lid, silencing the music again.
Charloft: Savior
Jul. 19th, 2010 11:04 amWhether it was from death by rampaging rhino, natural causes, or humiliation, tell us about a time someone saved your life.
( And I'm tired of you telling me what I have to do! )
( And I'm tired of you telling me what I have to do! )
One Word: Attach
Nov. 24th, 2009 12:33 pmPeter stood in front of the mirror smoothing his hair nervously. It was only a few hours before the biggest moment in his life. He couldn't believe it was all really happening. Peter took a few steady breaths to try calming down, but it wasn't enough. He could still feel his body jittering in suppressed excitement. There was a knock on the door and he turned to see who it was.
( Hey. You ready yet? )
( Hey. You ready yet? )
Stage: Freaks
Jul. 22nd, 2009 06:34 pm“There's a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle.” - Diane Arbus
( He sat on the edge of his bed, cradling the fragment of glass carefully in his hand )
( He sat on the edge of his bed, cradling the fragment of glass carefully in his hand )
