He had just two loves in his life – his music and Jenny. He couldn’t imagine life without either of them.
Then one morning over breakfast Jenny finished her coffee, put the dishes away and calmly announced she was leaving. She’d found another man. By mid-morning her cases were packed and she was gone.
Now he just sits on the edge of his bed all day long quietly humming to himself. His instruments lay untouched, his music unwritten.
He’s afraid if he lets the songs and lyrics swimming around in his head out they’ll also leave him and never return.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.