SOUL MUSIC
She only stopped playing when her
arthritis forced her to, but she still dusted the keys and polished every inch each
week.
The piano-tuner still came regularly
too. I remember his dog would sit underneath – a gentle creature.
Then the day after her funeral her
husband banished me to the shed.
Obviously he doesn’t realise a piano
has a soul.
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This week's photograph by Anshu is so sad, and my story was written in five minutes - truly flash fiction!
