Pocket Fiction

The Baldwin

Published September 14, 2017 in Elizabeth - 0 Comments

The Baldwin

Sat on a hard bench for hours.

Piano lessons and piano playing

were a special kind of psychological terror.

The drive to the piano teachers house

always seemed to degenerate

into a knock down drag out scream fest.

Once inside, Elizabeth just wanted

to find something to laugh about.

Escaping into the silliness

of the piano teacher

who smelled faintly of gin

and had the patience of a carnival barker.

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