PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The new piece unfolded in his head during the long flight. The chords danced to the beat of the flickering red light on the airplane’s wing and the turbulence lent base to the melody. It was perfect. He’d have written the notes right there and then had it not been for his propensity to motion sickness. Staring out the window was the only remedy. Sometimes the best inspiration.
“Let it go, let it go!” his daughter’s singing in her room welcomed him home.
And the nascent harmonies obeyed, dispersed, let gone.
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