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Equus Literary Magazine

A Timid Melody

By: Vanessa Munley

I wondered what caused her anxiety. What worry had plagued her mind so early in the morning? What trouble was she tempting to drown in the faintness of her tense yet tranquil music? She had crept so gently throught the house that I would not have woken if it had not been for the low melody that lingered in the vacant halls.

                I watched her from the doorway in silence as she was enveloped be the peace and beauty that appeared to flow from her fingers as they slid across the tired strings. She closed her eyes and felt that sensation of safety that the worn texture in its wood always seemed to provide.

              She was tired. But the idea od sleep seemed, for her, unattainable. She often felt distant. It was part of what made her so mesmerizing. She had a calmness that was contagious. The skin of her hand was thin and pale. It wrapped itself tightly around her ghostly fingertips. Her hair was pulled into an untidy bun. She hadn't worn it down since she was a child. Her style was a relaxed medium; never complex, never simplistic, almost effortless.

              Then a sour note stuck and I was once agin reminded of the bothered state she was in. Without delay the soft tune continued and I tried to piece together what it was that so deeply disturbed her.

              I tried to tear my eyes away to glimpse into her soul, so obviously spread across the shadowed room. A letter lay delicatly on the desk by the curtains. It was open, only slightly. She needn't read farther than the first few lines. The scribble ran familiar across the private letter, the words formed in defined whisps of black ink. It was impossible to read from my existing position in the room but from the distinct penmanship I coulddetermine its author. Her demeanor, which had formerly craved an explanation, had now been satisfied. Now I partially understood her current state. Imperceptible thoughts occupied the space around her and the music continued swirled in a corresponding pattern.




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