Pianist
-An Oban. No ice.
I sat at the counter facing the piano.
An old man was playing. It was a pleasure to listen to.
He played for long, then closed the piano and came to the bar for a break with a beer.
-I like how you play.
-Thanks.
-Doesn't it upset you that the room is empty?
-No. I like to play. Also, I play for them.
-Them?
-Do you see the two chairs?
I nodded.
-They came every day and sat there. They listened to me from the beginning to the end.
-Are they not coming anymore?
The man shook his head, and went back to the piano.
2019-08-11
