The Gifted

a pretty obvious take, but in the midst of a nearly impossible week,

it’s what i could do…Friday Fictioneers 6-14-2013

Copyright -John Nixon

The obvious one.  Anyone could tell.  The way he bobbed his head in traffic or nodded slowly in the wind, syncopating steps with the train rails’ click-clack, fingers never still at the table – proverbially whistling as he worked.  Even his breath had a cadence – nary emitting verbal lines without their shaping tones.  Foot bevel harmonizing crossed-legged knee bounce – friends said “he always had it in him.”  Phrasing his rises and his falls.  Ears ever plugged wide open – he tasted and he touched, he heard, saw and smelled the world as sound.  He really was into music.

15 thoughts on “The Gifted

  1. Helena Hann-Basquiat

    Only a hundred words, but none of them wasted! Quite the descriptive prose, darling.

  2. Eloquent description of the very fine line between genius and madness. If there is either or such. Not just talking about the piano player. Who may have been pushed into genius and piano by his fans.

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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