Adagio for Matins



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The epilogue of an absent father’s life: a storage unit. The culmination of a convoluted treasure quest, travel to Rome, Boston Conservatory, and the National Library of Congress brought Maria here.

The side hinges protested as she slid up the door. An upright piano stood in the center, a figurine on top (her favorite childhood possession that played the Swan Lake Overture as the ballerina twirled) and a bowler hat, which she slipped on.

A crackle then blue sparks rained. Maria blinked. She stood center-stage La Scala.

“Hail the dawn of the new music mistress!”

Her father smiled and wept.

end 9/30/2016 (2)

100 words

S. Darlington


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