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Old guitar

May 20, 2009

She found the old guitar in the attic, its strings stretched thin and twangy, its varnish cracked like it had been draped in netting. There were only two people who could have played it, put it up there, hidden it from view and forgotten it was there, but she did not know which one it might have been. Neither of them seemed the type to form chords with their fingers, to wrap their mouths around a sentimental song.

2 comments

  1. interesting, thought provoking and descriptive



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