Old Hag You Have Killed Me

An explosion of sound hit young James full force almost freeing him from his perch behind the battered leather sofa. The notes flew from the fiddle as Sean sawed away crazily with the bow, his focus only broken for an occasional glance at his fellow musicians. James let the music wash over him, relishing each wave, allowing it to drip down deep inside him. click here to read the rest of this short story