The tourists stared in wonder

It’s been a while but here I am, writing again! And it feels good. This is my take on the photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ #FridayFictioneers photo prompt.

The tourists stared in wonder

Image copyright: Anshu Bojnagawarla

Everyday, it seemed, the music played. the locals thought it normal that a derelict piano could be played so beautifully; the tourists stared in wonder at the keys moving, even more so at the broken or missing keys, disbelieving that the music as a whole was coming from the incomplete piano.

There was a plaque subtly placed so as not to displace the magic, on the wall.

It read, “Here plays Stan, long-time musician and busker of this town.”

If you look carefully, at the end of the day, you can see the coins being counted, float through the air and poured into the charity tin of the local shop.

Once a busker, always a busker.

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11 comments to “The tourists stared in wonder”
  1. Dear Carol,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Such a sweet, ethereal story. And you taught me a new word. “Busker” not one we use in the States. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Another thing I love about this international group of writers. ๐Ÿ˜€



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