Snippets

Short Story-Piano Girl

Light kisses of piano keys whisper against my ears as I continue further down the path.

The screams of the orange and brown skeleton leaves underneath me aren't enough to break me out of my trance.

With each nearing step, I am brought to life; the melody filling me to the brim with a tablespoon of happiness, a cup of excitement and a pinch of sadness.

The soup inside of me, titled Emotions, ignites something wild; something bigger than life.

A fallen branch attempts to trip me, but I catch sight of it before it has the chance to do so.

I stop at the source of the sound, an open window on the second floor of a double storey house.

The music continues to dry my thirst for passion as I gently sway to the music, closing my eyes in peace.

The empty afternoon streets of this forgotten town calms me to the point of complete relaxation.

1 and a half minutes.

That's how long the piece continued for.

1 and a half minutes of complete and utter bliss.

Seeing as the pianist has completed their masterpiece, I decide to compliment the stranger.

"That was beautiful!" I shout towards the curtains that are about 2 seconds from flying out the window, hopeful in receiving a reply.

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"Thank you," comes a nasally reply, followed by a sneeze and a few sniffles.

A female.

A young female.

"You're welcome!" I grin, "What's you're name?" I ask, not intending to flirt, but with the intention of having the pleasure of knowing the talented lady's name.

Said talented lady was still hidden behind what I assumed to be her bedroom curtains as she answered with a simple, "Aislin."

Aislin.

I like that.

"Well, Aislin, I'm Daniel. Daniel Westford."

"I'm Aislin Winfrey Rodriguez," her voice was starting to sound more confident, though still quite nasally and sick.

"I have to say, Aislin Winfrey Rodriguez, you sure have quite a talent. I'm sure with a pretty name and a pretty amazing talent like that, there has to be a pretty face to match."

The curtains are pushed to the side slowly, cautiously even, as a brown haired, brown eyed girl is revealed. Her hair looks unouched, messily parted to the left. A pink nose accompanied by a scarf and coat confirm my suspicions.

She's sick.

A minute or so of a silent staring competition overtakes us, before a timid, "Hi," escapes her lips.

"Hey," I reply, a lopsided grin captures my face as I take in her messy look.

"Hi," she repeats.

"Why are you playing when you're sick? You should be in bed," concern is thickly woven into my voice.

"Playing piano helps me feel better when I'm sick," she justifies her actions.

She looks a mess, but I don't mind. As long as her fingers continue playing that piece only meant for heaven, I don't mind.

A gentle smile graces her face, as she stares out at what I know it the far away main road. It's almost as if she's reminiscing. Almost.

When she looks back at me, all I can say is, "Yeah?"

"Yeah . . . it does," her mind is a thousand miles away, strolling down Memory Lane with an easy smile and a light heart.

And that's when I know, I've found the girl who I'll grow to love; the girl who I'll grow to share my entire existence with; the girl who will eventually break my heart, only to glue it back together.

That's when I know I've found the piano girl.

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The video at the top is the piece that Aislin plays. It's my favourite and it just so happens to be from The Giver. Btw the blue is left hand and the green is right hand.