A Fender flanked by pianos stands in the shop window, blue lightning bolting across its crimson face.
Motionless, Malone studies it silently. His birthday behind, Christmas six months off.
Visions spark of venues, deafening, drowning in the sonic bliss shooting from his flying fingers.
His sister: "Stop looking! Get here! Grab the bags!" Silence falls as Sarah yells. Quietly, he acquiesces.
Now fifty-one, his fortune made, Malone, with almost manic glee, cash in hand, commands the man to fetch the crimson red Fender.
Thanks to @acousticsteveo for pointing out the big problems the first draft had.
Other works: A Reflective Haiku Ten Purple Sunset Child's Play Home for Christmas Going (?) Mad Endeavor Humility's Victory The Valley of Kings
art courtesy of @PegasusPhysics