Memories
She skims her fingers over the smooth ivory keys, octave upon octave, 'til keys meet wood. Despite this piano has not seen the skilled hands of a musician for a year or more, it is not dusty. She remembers when Nicol first taught her, relieving her from years of self-tutoring…
"Can you play the piano?" Nicol asked, making his way to his majestic grand piano.
Hesitantly she answered, "Not really – I tried to teach myself, but I had my violin exams."
"Here, I'll teach you," Nicol offered, and opened the ebony case, revealing the glistening keys. "It'll be fun."
"Hey thanks."
He shrugged, smiling. "That's what friends are for."
Under Nicol's guidance, she is now a skilled pianist, as well as her violin, almost. Nevertheless, since the war, it is too much to bear…
She didn't believe it; didn't want to believe it – but it was real, happening.
"Run… run!!" Nicol screamed in anguish. He knew he was doomed. His machine couldn't take the colossal saber swung into the cockpit anymore, as it crackled and quivered.
And, seen through tear-clouded eyes, it exploded.
No one heard her pain-filled cries. No one felt her broken spirit.
"Thank you,"
The words echo in the empty room, momentarily filling every corner before rebounding to the ears of the solitary figure. She closes the piano, with care, as not to make too much of a noise. She turns away, hiding her tears from the now fading ghost of her friend.
Edini Talaen 22/6/07