A Scratched, Dented Violin And A New Story
Years ago I was in a dusty, old violin shop in our downtown buying Adventurous Singing Daughter a violin.
She was very young and she loved playing the violin when she wasn’t playing outside. The one we bought was 80 years old. There were a few scratches and dents.
There was a slight stain that looked like blood in a butterfly shape. It played beautifully.
She loved it.
When I left that shop the spark for this story, The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life, was in my head and churning/spinning around.
It’s on sale for less than six bucks now.
https://www.amazon.com/First-Day-Rest-My-Life-ebook/dp/B004SIDTTE/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=
