My cousin pounded each key of the piano while we, the family, gathered around the living room sitting on chairs and steps. I saw my aunt shed a tear and wondered why, but soon felt my own breath grow short as I glanced at the characters of my life. They stared quietly at the walls and furniture, their minds filling with memories of scraped knees, dead wives, and failed pies. The room filled with wrong notes, right notes, sneezes, sighs, and an itchy feeling that the last chord struck would never be heard again.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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