Little Lady
The small woman wearing purple puffy short-sleeves stroked the strings of her small violin with the slender red hairs of her bow. She reached onto the tips of her toes as she smoothly elongated a high A. Her wrist shook with vibrato and slowed as the note dwindled into softness and she rested steadily on her feet. Her face was the image of satisfaction and serenity as she continued among the orchestra that played from her squat little radio. Again, she rose like she was breathing for the first time. Her eyes were shut, remembering an enchanting dream, and again she settled onto her feet, swaying with her notes. The silky voice of the violin was striking against the ceaseless grumble of trains and the robotic female overhead that cautioned travelers about safety. The small woman with her small violin stood out as a tiny persistent ray in a bustling underground world.
October 18th, 2007 at 9:24 am
This is a very evocative description, almost like you’re writing a very short story – nice work!
October 18th, 2007 at 8:44 pm
Oh wowww! Nice, elaborate descriptions, Bonny! I got the image that the violinist was performing in a huge theater with a large, middle class audience from your descriptions! It saddened me to find out that such talent was discovered in a subway station.
October 19th, 2007 at 1:38 am
I totally agree with the comments before me. Your vivid descriptions made the little woman so alive and I could picture and almost hear the music that she played on her violin. It is too bad that her performance was seen only in a subway station and not somewhere with more grandeur.