Emma

“I’m falling,” she said, “And I just want to see your face.”

“Quit calling,” I said. I had to put her in her place.

I hung up and plucked my dusty guitar from its stand by the TV. I sat on the edge of my bed and watched the local news on low volume for a minute, wishing I had learned the guitar when I was younger. I strummed the only three chords I knew, E, C — and was the third one A? I bellowed out a sad, lazy melody over top of it. “You’re gonna hit the bottom sooooon…”

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Title by: Emma
Story by: Nick

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