Flash Fiction: Symphony

Surf pounds the shore. We watch water plume from underground caves as I draw my bow over strings.

I’ve developed a way to sing with them: My voice cannot match those of the giant alien sea worms, but my cello can.

I’ve taught them Handel.

It’s wonderful.



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