Friday Fictioneer: Some Relationships
I sat in the corner for lack of use.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like me; she just didn’t love me. Some relationships are not meant to be.
She gave me to a fifteen-year-old boy who had no idea what to do with me.
At first I sat, until one day he picked me up just to see what a guitar was like. He rarely put me down after that. We stayed up late at night and woke together the next morning.
We played for ourselves and for others until the day he died.
Some relationships are meant to sing.
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