Summer, Grandfather’s Gift

| | |
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.

Discover more from MeanderingPassage

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

Subscribe
Notify of
guest

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

0 Comments
Oldest
Newest Most Voted