Sunday, 8 July 2012

Sunday Morning at Kings Cross

A wooden piano stands alone.
On the side the words 'play me.'
A waif like girl approaches and takes a seat.
As her delicate fingers slide graciously over the ivory keys
A bleary eyed young man
Weighed down with the guilt of living his life manages a smile.

A small child sits next to her
He ruins the harmonious sound by randomly hitting the keys without discrimination.
She plays on.
He bangs harder and looks up expectantly for her approval.
She smiles.
He smiles.
All is well with the world.

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