A sign of life

A sign

a sign

of life

of life

is all

is all

I need

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is all

is all

is all

I need

[pause]

is all

is all

is all I need

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A sign of life

of life

is all I need

is all

is all

is all I need

 

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A sign

a sign

of love

of love

is all

is all

I ask

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is all

is all

is all

I ask

[pause]

is all

is all

is all I ask

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A sign of love

of love

is all I ask

is all

is all

is all I ask

 

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A song

a song

of love

of love

is all

is all

I have

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is all

is all

is all

I have

[pause]

is all

is all

is all I have

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A song of love

of love

is all I have

is all

is all

is all I have

 

A song of love is all I have

 

 

Writing prompt: Caruso

“Hey Maestro!”

“What?”

“You’re late with your payments again.”

“Yeah, guys, I know. These phonographs are starting to sell like the hot cakes but I’ve just been so unlucky on the tables….”

“Yeah, right. Now, Maestro, this is nothing personal. But money is money and a debt is a debt. And Signor F is getting just the little bit impatient. Now, you know he would never hurt such a beautiful voice, the voice of the angels, you know that right? But what about your family? What about your wife’s little cagnolino, her little puppy? You wouldn’t want anything to happ-”

“OK. Stop it right there. What is this? A prompt with an Italian and suddenly we’re all Padrino? What next? Spaghetti and meatballs and sleeping with the fishes?”

The writer lifted her fingers from the keyboard and the voice in her head fell silent. Every time. Every time she thought she could get started again, the writer’s block descended.