THE LOST CHORD A scatter of loose photographs take to the floor the past strewn across the new carpet. The sun shines in black & white. His fingers sift the past exploring these long ago people with smiles that last longer than a camera click. Whoa mamma...whos this hot chick..shes something else? The photograph smiles salaciously as if it could step outside of itself. I sure wouldnt have minded meeting her...shes a babe! She takes the photo between floury thumb and forefinger. She laughs a dirty laugh. Wot...wot? he grins back at her. Well, son...ya see gee...this is kinda awkward cos this is me at 23. He gulps...gasp. Im exactly one month pregnant with you! Noooo...! he mouths silently Your da when he first saw me said the very same thing... . . .guess you take after him like the same kind of woman! The silence blushes. She chuckles. Goes back to backing that good ole apple pie. She tosses his curls just like when he was . . .three. Just you wait til I tell your wife! she joshes him. Just then the doorbell rings. Its the blind piano tuner tap-tapping his way into the room. He fingers find If you knew Suzy... He hits a bum note. You can almost smell the music when...its slightly off key! The apple pie is just about done.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 08:01:25 +0000
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