Frozen Ride

The banjo temporarily froze his ride. The sonata camouflaged in the handsome notes rimmed pitilessly, creating whimsical melodies he so desperately wanted to defuse. Carbon paper of disgusted impunity, he insanely believed the transgression fitted the punishment. The fellow renegade broke with tradition and feverishly pondered in the corridor of what could be, rerouting his path to adopting tomorrow wise choices.
©️Angela Aguiar