Thursday, 9 March 2017

The piano by M.T

This is an extract from the piano. 


Any minute now he would start to play yet his uncontrollable feelings were still taking over his frail body. Deliberately, he started to play the tender tune of his wife's rhythm. Scarcely opening his eyes, he hit the high note. Suddenly, the dull room became light, cold became warm and a bright figure appeared next to him. His wife sat beside him, her bright smile soothed him, she wore a white frock and her ocean blue eyes were crystals to the soul. Though you could see right through her, she still meant the world to the mournful man. Just as she started to play, he looked down at her hand and something was missing, it didn't quite make her complete.

By M.T 


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