Midnight Trains and the Orphaned Cello Part 3

[Brittany]

Chloe-

Every note he played permeated my being- tearing me down, strumming and stunning me into a defenseless mute. Like a lost puppy seeking solace from a kind soul who'd given me water I, laid my head between his shoulder blades and in my mind's eye I rested on angels wings, my face hidden from his view, masking my whimsical, spellbound eyes.

I could only focus on his eyes when he said goodbye to me, with a rushed thumb which brushed my lips to hush and sweep the questions away. It was his pleading through lashes and a contact number with too many threes that ached for me to believe him; coupled with his cello as my heart's collateral because emergency flights don't allow for extra baggage.

The cello and I, were two instruments with freshly plucked strings that left our wooden wombs feeling hollow and hurting. I'd been hastily abandoned with his black box to be my only witness to the daily tearing of my desktop calendar and with each rip, I wondered if we were orphaned by circumstance, or just another guy's fears and desire for wanderlust.

Part 2 is here

http://sixsentences.ning.com/profiles/blogs/midnight-trains-and-the...

[Angela]

This is sweeping.  Loved the angel wings.  I have always had a soft spot for musicians, and the cello is my favorite instrument, so I feel you have given me a made-to-order fantasy.  Very nice.

[Robert Crisman]

Well now, where is this going to go? I think that the narrator, lost puppy that she is, is in trouble...