The Violinist (Short Story)

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The Violinist

Sitting in the gazebo again, the melodies filled my senses. This was my magic: real, tangible, yet indescribable.

As my fingers pressed the first cord, I let go. It starts slow. Almost peaceful. The tempo increases. Fast. Vibrant. It carries me up with it. Now it’s faster. Full of life. The stick brushes against all of the strings at the same time. My heart is rushing. It’s the right angle. It’s the perfect time. It steals my breath away.

A sudden round of applause dragged me back to reality. I tighten the grasp in my violin as I stood up and smiled.

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