Warnings: implied poverty

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7: Black Afro's

A soft, melodious tune played through the almost empty subway. The people who listened to it all looked calm and searched for a source with their eyes, but could find none. Only one, a teenager who walked to find it, found the source. An old man with a large afro and a big black dog next to him was playing the violin. The man played with a passion the boy only ever saw in movies and it made him stare at awe, turning off his iPod to truly listen to the tune.

The old man's fingers moved with grace as he played the violin, as if it was natural to him. It may as well have been an extended arm with how talented the man was. The dog next to him seemed to be so calm too with the music and everyone in the station was becoming peaceful.

The teen looked for a violin case to put money in, but when he saw it, he saw it was behind the man, closed and locked. The boy stared up at the older man in confusion. The man obviously needed money – he seemed to be poor. He was skinny, his clothes were in tatters, and his skin was covered in dirt and grime. The only thing in good condition seemed to be the violin, and the dog seemed to be in better shape as well.

The boy didn't question the man, despite wanting to, and instead took a twenty-dollar bill out of his pocket. He placed it carefully next to the dog, mouthed a thank you that he was sure the old man saw, smiled and walked away to his train.

The man continued to play long after the train had passed. He stopped once he grew tired and kneeled next to his dog, looking at the twenty-dollar bill. He smiled and put it in his violin case, in a small compartment filled with money that kind-hearted souls had given to him. He didn't want their money, but to refuse kindness was something he would not do. Therefore he kept it all, unspent, for emergencies only.

He sat next to his dog and gave him some food that seemed to come from nowhere before taking out paper and a pen from a small bag next to him. The paper was filled with musical stanzas, and at the top there was an empty line for a title.

The man named it The Boy Who Gives, by Brook.


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