• Keya Bartolomeo

The Great Escape

She heard noises in the other room. Loud noises. Yelling, screaming, crying. Like a chance thunderstorm had struck her home. Raindrops fall from her face. The frictional atmosphere wounds her spirit. She looks to the grand mahogany piece. Deep breath out, then she begins, flowing through a world with no stress. Each note glides through her fingers as she presses the smooth, glossy black and white keys of clarity. The world suddenly seems more serene. A rainbow of colors encompassing the darkening night sky pierces through the window. She keeps playing, nothing stopping her but the compelling nature of perfection.


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