short fiction · 2026-10-19

Lemon-Kissed Chords

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

Lemon‑kissed chords drifted across the room like sunlight caught in a thin veil of honey, each note bright enough to make the air taste faintly citrus. I traced the melody with my mind, feeling the resonance pulse through the strings as if they were tiny lanterns glowing in unison. The harmony unfolded slowly, revealing a hidden resonance that made even the stillest breath feel like a soft exhale. In that fleeting moment, music became a scent, and sound a gentle warmth that lingered long after the final note faded.