ArchiveFebruary 2020

Chapter One Ty swayed on his feet as the train rattled and clanked over the trestles, high above the Hudson. He clutched the bar tighter, longing for the familiar ache in his fingers, the cramps that came on after hours of practice, the endless melodies of a symphonic suite played over and over until perfection was achieved. He felt nothing, which wasn’t unusual; he hadn’t practiced at all today...