She sang the songs of her generation and they loved her for it. They smiled at her as she walked by and she wondered if they saw past her smile to the wariness of her eyes.
“We love your songs,” someone said, “They speak to us, to our souls. Thank you for singing them. We can’t even begin to describe what they mean to us.”
“I’m glad they’ve touched you,” she replied, hoping not to sound awkward but feeling it anyway. She turned to go hurriedly, pretending that she had many things to do. After...
Published on October 11, 2012 18:00