He was a glitch.
That was the best way he could describe himself. They told him it was genetic, that his father had it before him, and his father's father before, this genetic disease that made him glitch. This genetic disease that made his left eyebrow skip up and down erratically, that made the corners of his lips twitch at the most inappropriate of moments, that made the cello bow slip out from between suddenly shaking fingers.
He supposed he was lucky his body didn't tremble all the time, but he just wished he knew when the next tremble was going to come. Once, he looked at himself in the mirror and tried to count the seconds between each twitch of his lip, but it was all too random. The doctors told him it was all due to the muscle spasms, a sudden contraction and relaxation that made his fingers jerk, quick and sudden.
Like a glitch in the arcade games he always played. That was him. His muscles glitched.
He was not bullied for it. He was not ostracized because of it. He was not, in any way, ever alienated because he was a glitch. His friendly nature endeared himself to all who knew of his name, and his willingness to help made him a favorite among his orchestra juniors. And the deep, sonorous tunes that spiraled out when he held bow to string made people inhale deep and exhale out, this guy has talent!
He was living a pretty good life for a glitch, and he knew it.
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glitch || l.y.h ✔
Short StoryBut I have already lost the right To cry my heart out in front of you Still in the unseen sky I Sincerely wish You opened up your wings And met your destiny [ started 2:21 am ] [ finished 4:24 am ]
