WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
Pop along to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ to join in the fun!
Fifty six years difference disappeared in less than 60 seconds of arpeggiated connection between father and son.
Words were irrelevant; a burden. Nuance was the language spoken here, melody the currency. The qualities of both men resonated from their strings. From the opening diminished chords, cycling through themselves to resolve down into an Andalusian rhythm, both men became one, as they were many years ago, linked through the song and the freedom of improvisation.
Only those who knew them, could see the differences now in their styles and the way they held their guitars: the feud had ended at last.
Anything that is music orientated will pretty much automatically garner my attention, even across a room or a street – guess the musician in me is hard-wired to the sound!