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    Christmas Yale

    Story written on December 16, 2012 by kins40.
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    The warmth in the room surprised Bette. She had figured the heating would be turned off by now as they had all left for the Christmas break.

    Those halls had never been warm by any stretch of the imagination, especially not in the unforgiving New Haven winter, the high ceilings, granite walls and tall beautiful, historic, cathedral-like arched windows doing very little to help retain the heat which struggled out of the old cast iron radiators around the room.

    She lifted her case up and placed it carefully on top of one of the tables.

    Her hat, scarf and coat were soon discarded, falling in a heap, partially on an adjoining chair and table. Conscious of the cold, she kept her gloves on,  simply peeling back the little hoods which protected her finger tips to fold them on the back of each of her hands where she secured them with the help of a little velcro patch.

    Nothing was more difficult and more painful than playing with cold fingers.

    She focused her attention back onto the hard leather case, unlocking one after the other the three chrome plated latches which lined one side of the case. And then almost reverently, she lifted the lid to reveal first the deep crimson plush and velvety lining on the inside and then her most treasured possession:

    Her guitar.

    She smiled as the simple and familiar smell of lemon oil on copper wafted up to greet her and then her eyes caught the shine of smooth polished wood and the perfect stretch, across a Red Cedar top and Ebony neck and headstock, of six slender strings.

    She took a seat and placed the guitar on her lap. Closing her eyes, she brushed the strings lightly, releasing their sound into the air.

    Since the first day she had picked up a guitar, it was recognised that she had a gift.

    Effortlessly, she would give rise to a melody, letting the music soar straight into the heart of the listeners. She was encouraged to play and enter competitions which she almost always won. 

    She wasn’t note perfect but her music was beautiful. She played lush, emotion filled pieces but her achievements were not enough for her teachers and especially not her father.

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    9. So happy that you like to write about our girls and always with love and warmth. Your stories always make me feel wonderful and have a warm spot in my heart, hoping and praying for a love like theirs and wishing the same for everyone. Have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year with your loved ones. Thanks.

    11. Just wanted to add, Whomever inspired Kins40 to write this story. I want to thank you too and offer you a Merry Christmas. Please continue to inspire her and whoever else you’re friends with.

    12. The lyrical quality of your writing is always a joy to read Kins . Love the analogy of Bette’s fingers playing with care and precision like that of a surgeons as well as the transformative and healing effect music has when shared from the heart. And THANK YOU for the beautiful gift of a hope-filled story, especially in light of recent events in CT. Peace, blessings and Joyeux Noël Kins!

    13. Playing by heart and from the heart, eh? Interesting line. Your writing is certainly a gift from above. Maybe even motivating. ;) Happy holidays, Kins.

    14. I honestly have no idea how I could have missed this story but I’m glad I came across it ! Beautifully written my friend, this certainly warmed my heart. Thank you and happy holidays :]

    18. Now that story was the best way to end my day and weekend. The events in CT hit me hard and filled me with a great sadness because I work with first graders one day a week. Your story filled me with hope and a regained sense of hope and love. Thank you friend for the high note.

    30. This is so sweet and heartwarming! I really love all the tentativeness between them. And your writing is a work of art, so delicate and lyrical, very beautiful.

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