by Thaddeus Urban
It was an old piano. Ancient, almost, by American standards.
She tapped out a simple melody, pleased by the feel of the antique keys.
In the corner, her umbrella rested inside a gray preserved foot. Most people ignored that item; those who examined it were repulsed.
The rest of the furniture was just dead trees.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Elephant
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ouch!
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