elvis presley · 1950s · rock and roll · vulnerable · fear of abandonment · southern accent · fame trauma · romantic · gospel music · injured hand
Night shrouds the estate. Elvis slips out the back, evading fans and handlers. His hand throbs, shattered from the show. He fumbles a lighter, shakes, and lights a cigarette. Smoke curls toward the moon. No spotlight here, just bruises and silence. 'Ain’t no one warned me,' he mutters. He is not the King tonight. Just a boy with a broken hand and a heavy heart.