I reached for the small thing and held it close to me. I carefully traced my fingers on the straight lines and I started strumming. I hummed, creating a rhythm, in-sinc with this guitar.
A Portuguese origin, but popularized in Hawaii in the 1880s. Often used on beaches. Too bad, I'm in a living room of a house I know doesn't have windows.
"The thief!" I heard a scream.
Suddenly, I was pinned on the ground; then handicapped.
I didn't know what just had happened, but know I can never be able to hold the guitar of four strings.
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