Here's my response to Friday's 5 prompt at Poefusion.
On this particular day, she donned hideous checkered, mustard pants with an elastic waistband and an equally loud key lime sweater. The pants weren’t Capri's, just too short pant with legs flapping like wings above her ankles. She was notoriously awkward and shy, but her fashion choices and clumsy gate betrayed her desire to go about unnoticed. The combination did however fortify an invisible moat around her until that fateful day when by serendipity, she was drawn to a Baldwin piano calling her at distant from the large display window- she walked into the music store. The piano drew her like a lover’s voice across a crowded mall; she heard her name and eagerly she answered. She sat, cradled by the softness of the cushioned bench and like a tentative first kiss she began to caress the keys. Then encouraged by the sweetness of new love, her fingers began to dance and she released a passion that until that moment, she hadn’t known existed.