Three black cassettes jostle against the passenger's side seat, when Hopper's truck makes a hard right turn on a dusty, unkempt backroad. Its labels scribbled with permanent marker.
Nancy called it music therapy, gleefully pushing aside her pink, lacy box of art supplies. "Listen to them only when the time is right," she told Kali.
FOR WHEN YOU ARE HAPPY rattles noisily, flinging itself onto car-mat, as if wishing to be ignored. FOR WHEN YOU ARE SAD ends up falling between the seats, unable to be freed.
A stern-eyed Kali picks up FOR WHEN YOU FEEL ALONE, jamming the item into the cassette player, scrubbing the blood from under her nostrils.
She clings onto every pitch, every melody, imagining Nancy's encouraging, sweet face.
Nobody is taking the people she loves ever again.
Stranger Things isn't mine. VERY SHORT BUT,,, KALANCY IS EVERYTHING. Any comments/thoughts appreciated! I need to do more of these two smh.