By C. A. Fulwell
Imogen’s dreams were gone, reduced to ash since the night of the fire. Her world was so small now: concert solos, music scholarships, and intoxicating applause had been replaced with pain management, skin grafts, and the same four walls.
At night, when the medication hit the sweet spot and gifted her a few hours, she played again. Playing underwater meant no fire, no ruined hands. Her violin and her future were safe.
She played slowly, so much slower than before. It didn’t matter. The music was medicinal, beautiful.
Every night weightless, painless, Imogen practised for a performance she would never give.
A haunting story, beautifully written
Poignant and devastating
Simply a superb piece of emotive writing. Kudos.
Such a sad and hauntingly beautiful story about being rescued or “saved” only to find that her life is still lost. I am hoping with time, Imogen will discover new passions and find her way back to happiness. Thanks for the lovely read.
Fantastically evocative story. Congrats!
Very good writing full of emotion.
I can visualize her. Well done.
physical and emotional pain