Facing the Music
T’was the music that made her do it - a heady mix of song, and of campfire, and of a little too much cheer.
Making her forget for a moment, the vows that she had taken and the choices she had made and lived with since.
How could a simple, Spanish tune expose the emptiness within?
T’was the music that made her forget too, his brashness and his teasing and the vows he’d made another long ago.
With each note he played, her eyes grew wider and her heart danced with hope and wonder at the man she’d found beneath.
His fingers danced on the strings and she imagined them on her lips, her throat, her breast, and the songs they’d play together tangled in the sheets.
Then the last note was played and reality restored - the Spanish tune a memory and her face once more a mask of duty hiding disappointment.
The only difference, a small seed planted in her heart to bloom another day.