The Pianist

SolsticeEros Lucy’s fingers ached. She had been playing for the better part of four hours and every single joint in her weary fingers seemed to scream out in protest. Shifting her eyes to the side without moving her head, she peaked at her mother who sat next to her on the piano stool. One missed note, or the slightest hint of dwindling concentration on her part and her mother would give her tired fingers a lash with the long ruler

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