The makings of a world class cellist…
they said. Oh what he could’ve become! He’s a simple man… lives thriftily… his only joy, making hauntingly beautiful music… man and instrument as one, creating mournful, soulful, exquisite sound… But more than that, he’s my man.
I’ll never forget that night. On my way home from cello practice, I was attacked. Hans made it just in time… the two men escaped but not before breaking his fingers. Now I look at him… an empty shell of a man. And though he says he loves me, I just know… He’s never truly forgiven me.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano