Not for Broken Wings' contest as it wasn't written to be sad. However I was greatly inspired by her first word prompt.
Tears for the death of Minto, but some could only think of his red nails. That last concert he gave, oh, surely not? He waved to the crowd displaying nails and looking angry. Was that his last concert? He will play from heaven somewhere, his red nails glowing in strange sun. 7/27/2016
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