White Stories

The keys give. Under the weight of her fingers,  they fold and make one sound,  then one more,  and as she moves down the line,  getting a feel for the beautiful instrument,  many more notes fill the air. They permeate it with their soft tones  of love and friendship,  and then the darker, more sinister tones  of betrayal and deceit...  hate and anger and bitter sadness, but still this beautiful instrument is hers to use,...

I start up the computer to see the white and blue I never liked the blue so what do I do? I google far and long to right the blue that's wrongI fiddle with the screenuntil the red is green Now the whites are revolting, the blacks are amusing but oh noes what do I do? pink is the new blue Petrified by the situation of mistaken sexual orientation So I switch off the screen and partake of caffeine But I still don't like the...