Every week, we get a chance to write a 100-word story about the photo prompt shared by Rochelle. This week, the photo is provided by Rochelle herself. Check more takes on the prompt why clicking here.
He put it all in one corner. Trying to keep all of them in front of his eyes as if they’ll run away if he didn’t. His prized possessions.
He clapped twice. Nothing. Snapped his finger once. Nothing.
The reality sunk in. He’ll never be able to hear himself play again. The accident took everything from him. His music. His escape.
He sat down on the floor and picked up his guitar. Tears were streaming down his eyes.
But then, he struck the chord. The vibrations from the guitar reached every bone of his body. For now, he’ll live.