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mary_j_59Soemthing we did together in writing club - I had fun with this one! Enjoy.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Sturm und Drang. Yet again Sturm und Drang, thought the man sitting on the floor in front of the legless piano. "God Damn!" he muttered to himself. "I just saw lighting, but I can't even hear the thunder. No, not even that."
But then a sharp crack and a sound like tearing filled the room. The man smiled. He wasn't deaf, after all. Not quite.
Ludwig turned to the piano and began playing the storm.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Sturm und Drang. Yet again Sturm und Drang, thought the man sitting on the floor in front of the legless piano. "God Damn!" he muttered to himself. "I just saw lighting, but I can't even hear the thunder. No, not even that."
But then a sharp crack and a sound like tearing filled the room. The man smiled. He wasn't deaf, after all. Not quite.
Ludwig turned to the piano and began playing the storm.