Sing 2 Porsche Crystal Novels & Stories

But in the profound silence, it was a thunderclap. Rina’s eyes lit up. She didn’t overwhelm it. She answered it. With her Fork, she plucked a note that was a perfect fifth above the ping, a note that supported it, gave it context, made it sound intentional. Encouraged, the small crystal pinged again. Another crystal, nearby, emitted a low, soft bong.

It was absolutely breathtaking. We followed the line of cars through a small section of woods and then up a hill before we pulled up to a huge concrete circle in the middle was a massive 20 foot by at least 10 foot crystal. We parked before getting out. It was beautiful everything about this place was breathtakingly beautiful. Damon got out of the truck then came around to help me out. My eyes never left the crystal. We all walked up the steps as we entered the platform and an older woman smiled and nodded us through as I passed she reached out for my arm.

Walter Lambert, an old man walking his dog nearby, called out, "That's a Rolls-Royce Phantom! There are only a few in the whole country!" Dexter Welch, the security guard at my apartment complex, froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Are your eyes failing you? A Rolls-Royce? In pink?" He smacked Walter's hand away when the old man tried to stop him. "This wretched woman is that Toyota Corolla driver. She probably slapped a fake exterior onto some cheap junk car. Did you actually fall for it?"