The Audition by Caroline Galdi

Amanda’s violin complemented her. It seemed the perfect size, as if it had been made for the space under her chin. “It fits you so well,” I’d told her once. “You could be, like, a violin model.”[…]

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Toll by Caroline Galdi

did I fear the sound of my own voice?
I was the bell that told the dogs to drool,
tongue clapping against the sides, a
discordant clash. […]

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