Written in response to the black and white challenge offer by Charli Mills’ @ Carrot Ranch.
The Score
Until I was eighteen, I was Dad’s favorite. By focusing on my music, becoming the best mandolinist in the three states, I pursued Dad’s ambition, which had been squelched by pragmatic parents.
Music poured through my veins, so it was natural I discover John, the most talented guitarist in three states, who had music pouring through his veins. His fingers caressed strings with innate acuity. His long fingers on long strings stoked desire.
Young, passion and music devoured, guiding us through the moment.
Dad’s world stormed black. His anger smoked white. “Dead to me,” he said, discarding us all.
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Sascha Darlington 2/2/2018
Hot and cold.. Keeping with the black and white metaphorically as well. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
Agree with the above comment. And it makes the title quite fitting with multiple meaning.
Thank you! 🙂
Those three scathing words, “Dead to me,” smother all the lyrical joy and passion a young adult daughter had been experiencing. Well done, Sascha!
I love the music poring from veins and the “world stormed black.” Good writing!
Thank you, Chelsea! 🙂