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January 21, 2014



January 21, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: Some things never change. Murphy's Drug was still on the corner and the guitar man still sat outside playing for change...

Had it really been six long years since Gracelyn had moved away from the small mining town? She minded the posted 15 MPH speed limit and rolled slowly along the main drag in her hometown of Tinker Falls. She'd flown into Johnson City late yesterday, rented a Mustang GT convertible, and spent the night near the airport. This morning, after breakfast, she drove north and west along the curvy highway into southwest Virginia.

Some things never change. Murphy's Drug was still on the corner and the guitar man still sat outside playing for change. She resisted the impatient itch at the bottom of her right foot, the one urging her to press the gas pedal a little closer to the floor, and pulled into a parking spot in front of Murphy's. She turned off the ignition and leaned her head back against the leather seat. She closed her eyes and listened to the engine tick, cooling from the long drive. 

Subconsciously, she combed her fingers through her windblown mass of blonde curls. Listening to the soft melody coming from the guitar man. She sighed and imagined if the music were a color it would be a nice, peaceful blue with streaks of pink, like a mountain sunrise. 

Suddenly, Gracelyn's eyes popped open and her attention snapped in the direction of the man as the achingly familiar tune caught her unaware. Amazing Grace. "Just a coincidence, Gracelyn," she murmured to herself.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the musician. Something about him was definitely different. His gaze drifted up from his talented fingers and he gazed her way. His piercing blue eyes bored into her, in a totally disconcerting way. 

She felt like a young child, hypnotically wanting to follow the Pied Piper's magic tune, when she climbed from her car to walk toward him. She stopped in front of the guitar case, and that's when she noticed. It wasn't the old guitar man from years gone by. No, not at all.  




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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at LLClark.author@gmail.com

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