To Have A Certain Magic

My Writing Journey begins at the Crossroads…of course.

At The Crossroads

2016-01-04-19.50.14.jpg.jpeg:::INSPIRED BY ALLUVIAL MINE PROMPT DUENDE:::

As I start this writer’s journey to the Alluvial Mine ( and I’ve been on this journey for a very long time ) I come across a young man standing at the crossroads as I walk by.

He has a guitar in his hands, I have a backpack in mine.

” I used to play.” I tell him.

He nods and smiles.

” I don’t anymore, it’s in my blood though, I can feel it there. Know what I mean?”  I hold my hands up ” Sometimes I can feel the strings, the frets at no particular time. I think I’m haunted by it. Do you think it’s possible? To be haunted by your guitar?”

He smiles, tips his hat and walks away.

I watch the young man  make his way down that dusty road in the middle of nowhere, guitar in hand all alone in the…

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Author: animar64

I write- the rest is filler

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