1. Short Story - The Man
... , with a head of white playing perfectly a violin of brown. He stood under a bridge and the sound resonated like an applause in my ears. It was a song I knew. Perhaps, the only classical piece I did know but still I felt rather sophisticated and proud to know it. Weather it was the confidence in my own disposition or the cold, for some reason I walked up ... holding and their coffees with two hands. Over the muddled chatter that riddled the cafe I head first silence and then music. A song. A song whose notes flowed like the paint strokes of God. A song I knew. Perhaps, the only classical...
- Word Count: 1483
- Approx Pages: 6
- Grade Level: High School