Platero and I: Piano
By HSuys
Sometimes on Sunday, Platero, I drink coffee on Mario's terrace. On Sunday afternoons, Carmen always visits her sick mother.
Mario usually saves me a table with a nice view on Carmen's mother's house. Around three o'clock, Carmen takes a seat at the piano by the open window and plays preludes, études and nocturnes. Well-known pieces from unknown masters, unknown pieces from well-known masters, sometimes lasting over an hour. Every now and then, without talking to me to avoid breaking the magic, Mario brings me a coffee.
Carmen's mother is terminally ill, Platero, so the magic will be broken soon enough.
Author Notes: Hervé SUYS (°1968 - Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and hasn't stopped yet. He usually writes them hatless and barefooted. Picture by Guy Oosterlinck.
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