post the hundred-thirty-second, 2013

she was born in omaha but before she was five, she knew she didn't belong there. she didn't get the opportunity to leave until she was fifteen but when it came, she was ready and she left so fast you'd get whiplash just thinking about it. where most kids in omaha learned things like softball and farming, or messed about at the community playhouse, she was only interested in music, specifically - dixieland. that unique form of jangly jazz had risen fully-formed from her like lazarus from his bed, running through her heart and out her fingers straight into that pawn-shop guitar. she cried for it when she was three and had fully mastered it by six. when elias "eli" buckner overnighted at the truck stop on his way to new orleans with a shipment of idaho potatoes, she saw her opportunity, and "eli" enjoyed the company over the long haul.