This was her first concert in several years. Long ago, she had lost her will to play. She played a number of instruments. Cello, harp, piano, violin. Tonight, a small group was here to listen to her play cello. She was playing The Swan by Saint-Saens. She had not played it in concert since the last time she had been with him.
That was long ago. It was all behind her. She seldom thought of him anymore. That’s why she could play again.
They were all filing in now. Wait! Who just walked through the door?
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