That steel guitar has

cried it's last..



a shrill twang that

faded into a

chasm...



I followed that last

bitter note

until my legs struck.



A sharp crack..



As they tangled in a

heap of vinyls and

plastic cassettes.



Scratches.. white noise..



the film pulled out and

tangled in a ball.



Not that it matters , for the

only phonograph is

missing a needle...



and Post Malone is

stuck in the deck!



A  recording from the Opry...



The Opry?



No.. No...NO!



Not the Opry...



It must be mislabeled!



I must have

screamed for

hours as I played it

over... and OVER!



'The Grand Ole Opry welcomes....'



CRASH



the stereo hits the

pavement as it

shatters into tiny

fragments that fall

neatly back into their

original configuration.



'The Grand Ole Opry welcomes...'



I ran...



I ran...



but it followed...



and it consumed...



all.



©Nathan A. Brock 2024