margot_dent

There once was a lonely girl. Each day and night she'd spend alone, listening to records on 45-rpm, naming inanimate objects, making shadow puppets on her skin. She would lay on her floor eyes clenched shut and listen to her sped up records and picture herself spinning inside the vinyl, atom sized- band and little backup singers. miniscule crowd in microscopic late night clubs.
She dreamt one night in blindingly vivd color about a boy on a rock. Translucent and ghostly his image could not help whipping in the breeze, but he sat, a gentle specter on the rock and with his slender fingers played a sad, beautiful song on his ukulele. As soon as his tune had finished he drew her into his cold, airy arms and kissed her mouth and handed her his instrument.
She faded back into consciousness as softly and unnoticeably as she had fallen asleep. She woke up clutching the ukulele so hard she could have splintered it in her little fist. The lonely girl bolted up out of bed and sat at the end and with her clammy fingers plucked the prettiest song in the world. Soon she was on stages with Fortune and Fame, plucking her pretty melancholy love songs for the world, spinning inside of thousands of records like a whirlwind.
You kissed my neck, my nose, my cheek, you kissed the gap between my teeth. God, oh my God I miss you.
The boy left, the boy never came back.