This piece was written for OLWG#157
Nina hummed to herself as she pulled the squeegee down the glass. She was playing with an old Elmore James tune. She’d been experimenting with it all night, singing as she cleaned. Kind of a sad song, a blues song; Nina saw it as a robin’s egg blue, but when she sang it- it was more indigo or maybe even darker. Maybe a midnight blue.
The prompts were:
- dirty windows
- this song lacks a chorus
- robin’s egg blue