Violin The weathered wood felt velvety soft against the girl's pale cheek as she held the delicate instrument to her face to inhale its musky scent. She ran her thin fingers over the grooves and dents, as if following a map to her destiny. In many ways she felt as if she were.More Like This
With the gentleness of a mother holding her newborn, she nestled the violin under her chin. Each metal string was plucked once with careful precision, checking for the clear, clean tone, which called out to her very soul. It was perfect.
The girl inhaled, pausing in that crucial moment before the fragile strings of the bow make contact with the instrument beneath. The two were like temperamental lovers, and she knew only quiet skill could bring them together happily. With a wispy white cloud of rosin, she brought them together to make love, and the sweet