We like texture

As my course in journalism starts to wind up, the prospect of writing again and reading fiction without feeling guilty presents itself.

So, I'll show you what I write about.

For today: Sunday Evening Concert.

648 words. Nice and short.

"
The girl in the back. What do I know? She could be confident, fulfilled, popular. She could be respected. She could be hailed as a genius. She could be. But she’s standing there by those huge drums and every minute or two, she has to rouse herself to thump them for a single beat, muffling before they even get to resonate. And then she goes back to staring at something beyond the conductor, beyond me in my seat in the 10th row.
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Read the whole thing
you will have to download it at this link. no virii, i promise


jy weet ek love hierdie storie...sou dink dis waar ;-)
 M.E.  


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