His uneasy eyes scanned the desolate street as if finding eavesdroppers to some secret.
“Sometimes we hear the piano play,” the old man jittered. “No one entered the musician’s house since he passed.”
Open panes exposed the second story to elements. A gust blew heavy dust off rotten furniture. All the locks were rusted shut. Of course he would make up stories, I thought. It brings visitors to town.
“Sure, and did you see candles light the old bita-og tree too?” I sneered.
The midnight mist blanketed Magallanes town in damp silence. Amid the stillness, I thought I heard music.
“Sometimes we hear the piano play,” the old man jittered. “No one entered the musician’s house since he passed.”
Open panes exposed the second story to elements. A gust blew heavy dust off rotten furniture. All the locks were rusted shut. Of course he would make up stories, I thought. It brings visitors to town.
“Sure, and did you see candles light the old bita-og tree too?” I sneered.
The midnight mist blanketed Magallanes town in damp silence. Amid the stillness, I thought I heard music.
