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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Three guitars, two electric and one acoustic sit on their stands next to a window with vertical blinds. The electric on the left and he acoustic in the middle have Yellow rags attached for polishing. To the far right there’s a wooden stand that holds a record player/radio.

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Genre: Historical Fiction (kind of)
Word Count: 100

You could call this a sequel to my story about the origin of Martin guitars. This one concerns one very special Martin and his owner.

I’LL ALWAYS PICK YOU, TRIGGER

“I ain’t pickin’ no cotton-pickin’ cotton,” thirteen-year-old Willie told his grandpa.

“How you plan to earn a livin’ boy?”

“Play my guitar and sing. That’s how.”

With determination, grit and a unique voice, Willie made it from the honkytonks of Texas to the Grand Ole Opry.

His love affair began in 1969. Not with a woman, but with a Martin N-20 classical guitar he named Trigger. Every cowboy needs a trusty steed.

Trigger’s been autographed by over a hundred celebrities. Battered and bruised, a hole worn in its body, Trigger still accompanies Willie Nelson as they hit the road again.  

And if you have another twelve minutes to spare CLICK for more of Willie Nelson and Trigger’s story.