The Piano

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This is another piece written by David for his Literacy class. They were asked to do a narrative of the short film, The Piano, by Aidan Gibbons. Here's what he wrote :

The Piano

Here I am, playing the piano. As memories crawl up on me…I feel a sad connection to the past.

My wife had died. Her soul is as beautiful as the first time I had met her. I feel my heart being pulled down as her soothing kiss touched my cheek.

I had remembered the chaotic war that me and my friends had been in. It happened when me and a friend were taking cover behind a wall. He decided to come out and enter the war, but was brutally shot in the heart. He died in my arms as I looked up in the skies, wondering if I will meet him again.

I was instantly brought back to the piano as I remembered the war. A tear ran down my face as I remembered my most thankful memory. It was my birthday. Nobody gave me presents or even greeted me, except my parents. They gave me a wooden horse. I cried in joy. I rode on it for hours until my memory stopped and got me the attention of my grandson.

It’s great to know that you still have a friend after so long.....