He swung his legs sitting on the wheelchair. Back and forth, back and forth carried by their own momentum. He was breathless. His entire body shook with the efforts of breathing that made his lungs whistle like a hollow tree.
His wrinkled fingers couldnt stay still. It didnt seem so but in his mind he was playing an imaginary piano. Stroking the keys lovingly the rhythm was beautiful. Simply beautiful.
The crowd applauded and he beamed.
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Short StoryA compilation of snapshots. Any feedback, healthy criticism and suggestion is appreciated :) Also a huge shout-out to @Thazbook who was my motivation to do this. Toodles.
