Martin always felt on the edge of life,
just out of sync with the “real world”.
He laughed at odd things, in the wrong
places and found social situations frightening.
Pitiful glances from so called “friends” made
him withdraw; seeking solace instead in the company of his cello, the cadence
of its mellow mournful notes suited him.
Finding a regular spot on the Circle Line
he busked as the world rushed by.
Commuters had little time to stop or stare.
However occasionally he received a look
of envy, a strange longing to be just like him, lost in secluded tranquillity.
100 words exactly this week Angela! ;-)
Simply lovely :)
ReplyDeleteAgree, a lovely tale.
ReplyDeleteI love this. A lovely contrast to the darker submissions (with full apologies to the other entrants - the multiple shootings this weekend has made me a touch hypersensitive to dark storytelling at the moment). I think we all would like to retreat into creative seclusion now and then. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully realized, Sarah. Melancholy is the perfect 'note' on which to rest this story. :))))
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story telling Sarah.
ReplyDeleteA tremendous use of your 100 words.
Loved it Sarah! That world is my favourite place to be!
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