The Fourth Time Around
Photo Story Collaboration with Diego Velasco. (12 Pages)
I looked at the old man to see if he was listening but he served us our sausages, walked back to his stove and continued to smoke. I took a bite, then stood up and walked over to the guitar. It felt light in my hands and somewhat worn. It was covered in tiny cuts and bruises. Still, the strings looked new and the neck fit comfortably in my grip. I turned the notches to tune it, then looked at Melody.
She turned back towards the bartender.
“He told me he could play guitar. If he sucks, I’ll dump him on the spot.”
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