I'm not sure if this is how I was supposed to write this scene. Like, I think I should have made it like an enclosed scene, instead of a snippet, but, I'm not doing this officially anyway so I don't mind bending things, haha.
Without further ado: Such A Little Thing
Chester - James, his name is James! - shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling the tension in his shoulders winding tight all the way down his spine like a line of fire. His hands shook- he needed to stop that, because he wasn't sure if it was anger or shame and he didn't want to find out. When the fingers of his right hand brushed against something hard and cool he started, a breath of air whooshing out of his nose in an angry snort as he pulled out the harmonica.
It surprised him suddenly. The instrument, so much smaller than his guitar, but as it sat nestled in the curve of his palm it seemed to weigh a ton. It ached. The hurt sank into his skin and wound its way through the muscles and it twined around the bones in his hand, and how could it when it was just sitting there, such a little thing?
The row of metal punctuated with holes looked like a mocking smirk and all the heat that had been bubbling at the small of his back rushed up his skin to pool behind his eyes. He lifted his free hand to cover them.It's not the same, but is sort of is, don't you think? Play something! Well, well? Chester the Bard! It's perfect! So, so, play something!"Shit," he breathed, forcing the word out despite his clenched jaw.
Chester is one of the main characters in my new novel - The Wandering Shadow. I'm sure you'll learn more about him in time. I'm going to have a lot of fun