To Hear The Music

A short story for dreamers crafted by six writers a paragraph at a time.

It didn’t come back fast. In fact it was painstakingly slow… But gradually that single chord turned into a melody that started out soft. And Sanora began to dance. With a stumble here and a scraped knee there, she slowly got a hang of what she had lost — a melody that slowly crescendoed into a beautiful harmony. All the while Sanora danced, Jackson stood patiently there listening to the song of her tale. The song that had been building within her, even when she couldn’t hear the music herself. The song that had been constructing itself through the trials she had faced in her own life. A song that ended as simply as it started — a single chord. (Rachel Howard)

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