PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
He walked into the run-down store. “Evening. Nice planter.”
“You want that piano, son? Ain’t worth nothing.”
He frowned. “Did I say that?”
“Gonna take a while to fix that one.”
He nodded distracted. “Not much chance of that.”
“You know who played that piano? Fats Waller.”
“Really?” He glanced back out the window at the piano, seeing it through different eyes “How much?”
“Son., you make that piano play again, you can have it for free.”
“Thanks,” he said, holding out his hand.
They shook and music history was reborn.
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Dear Connie,
I assume from the ending that he was able to refurbish the old piano. Nicely written and uplifting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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