The jilted woman carved open a cavity in her chest and reached inside, her fingers spidering along over the web of strings. Bemused, she plucked them.
Adagio.
Lamentoso.
The music filled the air, played at a pitch no one could hear, but resonating at the frequency of heartstrings everywhere—spreading misery.
Tim Boiteau is a Writers of the Future winner currently based in Michigan. Find him at @timboiteau.
Encore!
Lovely and lovelorn.
You truly understand how it works!
Powerful! – well done Tim
Wow. Mesmerizing and haunting.
This writing really does tug at the heartstrings.