The girl closed her eyes as she felt the charge from her music surge through her body. She was transported away to a different place… a different world… a different time. She played both in time with the rhythm of her breathing, yet just ahead of it. She enjoyed the contrast between sound and silence, oddly enjoying the silence more. It was during one of these moments of silence she was snapped out of her reverie.
“Excuse me,” the young man shouted with an abrupt and rushed tone, “I’m in a hurry and have got to get passed – sorry.”
Posted for Six Sentence Stories. Denise’s prompt word this week is Charge.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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