Memorable
I was driving to the rink for a game on Saturday.The road I was driving down is a two-lane, country road, one of those roads with a high speed limit but houses along its length, connected to the road by long, rocky driveways.
I looked up and saw a girl standing at the edge of a driveway, facing the road.
She was about twelve, with straight auburn hair halfway down her shoulders. She had on short blue shorts and a peach top.
In her hands she held a violin.
I slowed down, and she played as I drove by. I couldn't hear her, so all I had was a silent movie, watching the wind move her hair.
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