Valerie had invited me to the warehouse, to watch her play the guitar she’d wanted so desperately. I could not understand why she’d put on her Sunday best, but didn’t argue, and tagged along. In the warehouse, she propped her guitar against the wall, and began to draw a music score with sidewalk chalk.
I watched, fascinated, “what are you doing?”
She paused, “I’m writing the notes to play.”
“So, you make them up, then play them?”
“No, Daddy,” Valerie giggled, “Jimmy tells me the notes.” Valerie stopped writing, turned to face me, and pointed to the guitar, “He shows me what to play.”
I sat down on the warehouse floor, transfixed, “Like. Wow.” The ghost of Jimmy Hendrix held my daughter’s guitar, and was fingering out notes. They flowed from him, to Valerie, and I watched them exude from the chalk to the wall.
I could not resist writing this story for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare, Week 144. The picture was magic, and I had no choice but to write. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.
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