I sit by my window listening to the distant sound of explosions. Waiting for the old man on the corner house to fit on his porch.
Every night at 8:30 pm, the old man sits on their rocking chair on the porch and plays the accordion. We let the music fill up the sky. It's the only peace we get.
H plays a number of songs. My favourite is 'Brahms' Lullaby'. It reminded me of my father who passed away serving our country. If we got lucky, the old man will play one of his original songs. It made us feel special. It was like a hug threw music.
His music would fill up the sky and bring us all to peace. It covers up the sound of explosions and raids. His music protects us from the world, no matter where it was played, on the porch or the bomb shelter.
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The Old Man Down The Street
Short StoryDuring ww1, people had a hard time finding peace. when the old man starts playing music. it brings people to peace. but when he disappears...
