As the war grew bigger, the days became colder and the sound of explosions became louder. The days the old man played turned into once a week. Once a week turned into once a month. Once a month became wondering if he was going to play again. The time we needed him most, he was gone.
He started isolating himself from the world. He was afraid. We all were. We knew something was coming. Something bad. There was no escaping it. No one wanted to admit it. Not even me.
It's been two years since I heard the old man play. We all thought that the war would be over by now. We would get to see families reunited and there would be a big celebration where the old man would do a special performance in. When that day didn't come, we all lost what little hope was left.
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The Old Man Down The Street
Historia CortaDuring ww1, people had a hard time finding peace. when the old man starts playing music. it brings people to peace. but when he disappears...
