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The Piano man
My newest story.
The stadium was packed with people, lights and music filled the air that night and there on his grand piano sat Mr. Jenkins.
The room was warm and vibrant, so full of love and smiles, that night Mr. Jenkins should have been happy to but instead all his happiness had been gone.
Mr Jenkins was old in age and his fingers had overtime become frail, his piano was a gift that was to be passed down but Mr. Jenkins had no one to pass it down to because he did not have children.
As he played in that packed stadium that night, he had a memory of once being told that the veins in our forefinger lead straight to our hearts. As the evening progressed he could smell a...
The stadium was packed with people, lights and music filled the air that night and there on his grand piano sat Mr. Jenkins.
The room was warm and vibrant, so full of love and smiles, that night Mr. Jenkins should have been happy to but instead all his happiness had been gone.
Mr Jenkins was old in age and his fingers had overtime become frail, his piano was a gift that was to be passed down but Mr. Jenkins had no one to pass it down to because he did not have children.
As he played in that packed stadium that night, he had a memory of once being told that the veins in our forefinger lead straight to our hearts. As the evening progressed he could smell a...
