She took her seat just as he was tuning his guitar and doing a sound check. She was glad she was just in time, as she didn’t want to miss his performance.
Theirs was a summer romance that had ended with the culmination of summer. She hoped that he had no hard feelings towards her ending it with summer.
As he began to strum, she could feel pain in her chest. The lines he sang seemed oddly familiar. And then she got the answer to what she was wondering.
He continued to strum her pain with his fingers. He was singing her life with his words. It was as if he had got hold of her diaries and read each word out loud.
She wondered if words could kill, cause at the moment, each time he strummed his guitar it felt like a dagger through her heart. He was killing her softly with his words.
She had to get out there as she was flushed with anger, embarrassed by his song. She needed to get away and let this nightmare end.
She left in a hurry, knowing that it was sweet revenge for him, but for how long would that sweetness last, she wondered.
The next morning she woke up, trying to put the events of the previous in the recesses of her memory.
She picked up her morning paper and scanned the headlines. She saw a particular piece and smiled. She then picked a tissue to wipe off the grease stain on her fingers. She threw it in the dustbin where there a lot greased cloth.
She grinned and took a sip of her coffee. “If only words could kill,” she thought, “but he did get killed for his song.”
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