• Kay W.

Broken Keys



And just like that old piano that I so fondly remembered, everything was not as it were. Everything has changed right under my fingertips. The first day after moving, I sat at the piano. Hoping to stroke a few keys and let the harmonious tune soothe the tense air around me. Instead, what I got was a stiff unwelcome resistance. The key neither gave yield nor sacrificed a sound...


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