Sunday, 2 February 2014

FSF: Frozen

Her chubby fingers unclasp a silver box unleashing the calming notes of Fur Elise and a twirling ballerina. 
She wipes her tears with the back of her hand and falls asleep. 
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Her fingers are frail and they ever-so-slightly quiver when she unfastens the clasp. She closes her eyes as the melody plays out till the end. The notes trickle down to the last bar-much like her faltering breath-and the ballerina jerks to a stop, forever frozen in a pirouette.

xx Constancy xx

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