Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Rochelle, and I want to sincerely thank her for the inspiration.
To me, the photo is a kind of metaphor. I envision a broken human being, waiting to be brought back to life by music.
“Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens.”
— Maria von Trapp
by Jan Brown
She wore her individuality like bright, shining armor. She loved wildly mismatched ensembles in a vivid palette, her cleavage sparkling with glass baubles of dubious origin. The explosion of color that lurked in her closet was a reflection of the courage with which she reclaimed her life—a life broken, brutalized at the hands of relatives—a life infused with hope when one of her doctors recommended music therapy.
From that broken place came healing. Her voice was the antidote to her violently colorful looks—a velvety smoothness that cut through the pain and darkness to let in the sun.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
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