Sandwiched in between thick jail walls,
the harmonica player's music snakes and curls into cells, dark and
lonely. Perhaps he plays to overcome the silence of the gallows,
nooses swaying in gentle breezes.
This piece was written for this weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge.
This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt. We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either "cheap flights," "sandwiched in" or "spectacularly clean." This weekend, your piece must also be non-fiction (poetry or prose). And yes, we reserve the right to call your mothers and former lovers to ask for verification on your tales.
Kelly, you are on a roll. This is beautiful. Sure makes me want to learn the whole story.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stephanie. I really want to know why this guy was playing his harmonica in the jail...
DeleteSure glad I'm not in that cell!
ReplyDeleteYes, me too! Thanks for reading!
DeleteI love this piece (: Great job!
ReplyDeleteThanks - I wanted to make it creative non-fiction without being too personal.
Deletehaunting and literary. so, you know jail cells and harmonica players. do tell.
ReplyDeletewell done kelly
Thanks, Lance. Strictly an observer.
Deletethis is masterly; you are a master of the craft!
ReplyDeleteThanks you! This was fun to write.
DeleteCreepy but beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIt was very creepy going to the exercise yard to see the gallows.
DeleteThis is beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ruby!
DeleteNicely written!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteSo... forlorn.
ReplyDeleteVery. Thanks for reading!
DeleteI like the imagery of the music 'snaking' through the prison walls.
ReplyDeleteGallows and swinging nooses = Chilling. I'm hoping you were an outsider looking in.
ReplyDeleteExactly what Tara said! You have such a way with words! I really enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
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