The sultry voice of a woman filled the small room. Notes rose, hit the ceiling, dropped. Words teased and enchanted as they wrapped humanity. “The High Priestess of Soul” punched the tiny kitchen with passion and spirit, nestled herself into every corner, tucked inside each drawer.

Absorbed in the magic, he forgot last night, forgot time. The notes brought dignity into the room. He bowed, gripped the counter and let his troubles slip off bone.

~ Maybe Love Will Save Us

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Anna Watson

~ write like a painter

4 thoughts on “”

  1. Yes, it is part of a moment in a longer chapter- draft. The setting is the 60s. The “High Priestess of Soul” is Nina Simone.

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