Buying Time


I have been away from this blog for a variety of reasons. Life is what happens when you’re making other plans. The novel is finished and now the struggle to figure out how to get it published begins. I’m even wondering if I should publish it in serial format on its own blog. Thoughts, anyone?

In the meantime, and while I conjure up the creative energy to write something worthy of posting, am re-blogging this, one of my favourite short posts, originally set free in April 2016.

Thanks for visiting,

Dorothy

In So Many Words

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“Matyas, what are you doing?”

“Playing Liszt on a sad, old piano,” replied Matyas as he fumbled over the bass clef of an abandoned piano.

“But, we are in the midst of battle.”

“I play anyway.” He culled from memory the patterns of finger play for the opening bars of the Hungarian Rhapsody. His lately unpracticed, nerve-frayed hands poking at the ivories with determination.

“You will alert the enemy.”

“Yes, to my humanity. I am not a killing machine. I am a man with a heart trained to do the unthinkable.” Matyas pursued the lilting, heart-felt movements with the passion of a man buying time, the tinny sounds of the broken piano resounding plaintively throughout the barren wood. A tear pooled in the corner of his eye. He wiped it away with the back of a dirty sleeve. “I must remind myself I am human. I must show the enemy I…

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