After months on the road the band was finally taking a break and everyone but the stage technicians had left for home; that is everyone but the lead singer, who quietly lingered on.

To him home was a cold lonely house where three people shrouded themselves in a cloak of cordiality and tiptoed around love.

It was in a room full of strangers, with the sounds blaring, and the lights searing, that he found his peace.

In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tales, Week 67 challenge for a photo prompt by Paulette Wooten.


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