“the rarest chords in the soul’s harmonics/ Are found in the minor strains of life.”
-E. Wheeler Wilcox,”Life’s Harmonies”
It started out as a happy song, but I loved the sound of the haunting minor chords too much. Keys tapped out A-minor, and soon there were tears in my eyes. It’s difficult enough dealing with sexism as it is. It’s much more difficult dealing with it at home, coming from those you love. I traced the cracks on the wall, first gently, then savaging my fingers against the rough edges until they were numb. Outside, the sky was as gray as I was. The open door beckoned, a portal. The edges of my mouth turned up as I flew.
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prompt provided by : http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.in/
windandlaughter 