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.
Comments (10)
Dogs, too. Turns them into a regular "Hounds of the Baskervilles".
Nice halloween snafu
Hahahahahahahahahahah poor Fabian! Loved your Senryu!
LOL also cute cat 🐱
I love that head photo... that is crazy great. Excellent Senryu. Great job as always and the writing department.
Omg that picture 🤣🤣
Lol. Poor Fabian
Fabulous performance poem!!! ❤️❤️💕
What are you doing to that poor beast!
Lol I love your Halloween Haiku!