Summer, Grandfather’s Gift

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ByEarl
At her new school, Summer’s breath caught in the crowded halls. Twice, she’d slipped into a restroom stall to steady herself. Now in her comfort clothes, she set her grandfather’s record spinning. She had never met him, but somehow knew the warmth in his music. Golden notes drifted through her room. She closed her eyes and listened as the saxophone filled the quiet.
At her new school, Summer’s breath caught in the crowded halls. Twice, she’d slipped into a restroom stall to steady herself.

Now in her comfort clothes, she set her grandfather’s record spinning. She had never met him, but somehow knew the warmth in his music.

Golden notes drifted through her room. She closed her eyes and listened as the saxophone filled the quiet.

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Monte Stevens
Monte Stevens
19 days ago

This is a very simple image but yet her penetrating look goes deep. I just keep looking at her. You can tell she is in a very comfortable place in her thoughts, the most comfortable clothes. And I like the idea that it’s her grandfather’s saxophone. Wonderful story, Earl!

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Earl
19 days ago
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Thanks, Monte.

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