He was going north to no where. She was going south to every where. They met somewhere. How it happened they would never know but for one brief interlude they made music. She sang classical; he wailed jazz. When it was finished and they packed their instruments, they knew – they had become harmony and melody.
Thanks to G-Man for weekly providing a forum for people to write flash fiction
love this slice of life!
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Making music together is a great gift.
It’s too bad that it sometimes doesn’t last!
Always a perfect 55 MDW.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
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Ah, the alchemy of music. Nice one.
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Super intavmofire writing; keep it up.
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This sounds like perfect harmony. Loved your 55, Leslie.
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A sweet moment in time…well done.
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That’s a skillful answer to a dilifcuft question
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I really like this! What a neat idea!
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Nicely done. I enjoy the idea of these conflicting ideas (north vs. south, classical vs. jazz, nowhere vs. everywhere) managing to connect and not only that, but become two different parts of the same song. Beautiful.
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pretty cool.
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Oooo and it all happened in a….flash! Great 55 🙂
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Like this! 55 words for a “brief encounter”. Brilliant.
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WHERE did this come from, my Dear Moon Lady? It is a masterpiece.
Ahhh, but why even question the origin of such art. Art just IS, bubbles up from the soul of the artist — and that’s enough to know.
xoxo
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I’ve been thinking of you today.
Do you know how awesome I think you are?
And how much I’m looking forward to a nice decaf and 2 rice krispie squares at Starbucks later while The Pea is at gymnastics?? But please — never tell anyone I eat TWO at a sitting sometimes. That would make me seem a bit of an oinker,
With love, hugs and good thoughts of you now and always.
The Jannie in Austin.
xoxo
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The truth just shines thgrouh your post
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