A 100 chapter of a 1,000 word story. Here’s part one.
“I heard a song of you within my soul that called to me;
now let me play for you a song of you and us to be.”
The minstrel’s fingers freed the song, and the song lovingly trapped the girl.
Strummed strings captured all of her; her love of peace and battle glee, the prose within her heart, green topped cliffs by crashing sea and search for God within His art.
Lute song played the girl complete, spirit, flesh and mind, and as he freed her music from his soul, he caught the whole of the girl within his music.
Sorry I forgot my Tuesday post. In my defense, I was on my honeymoon. Also in my defense, I doubt anyone was much troubled.