As Jennifer Henderson got to the door she collected her scarf and hat then turned to the old man.
"Will you give her this for me?" She passed a pink card, littered with cat face silhouettes, that had a small section allocated for her name and address. The print was barely readable for the old mans eye’s.
She opened the door, made herself presentable and looked out to the street before venturing out. The old man let out a long, sad sigh before shutting the door and heading back to the hall. She remained transfixed on the sleek black piano whose body of the companion-like instrument reflected a spectrum of glistening lights from the chandelier above. She had spent so long at the piano they seemed to complete each other like a jigsaw puzzle: it would encompass her while she fit snugly on the stool, poised and ready to play. She felt sad as her mind reminisced about old times so the usual song changed to a slower, sadder tune. The sun began to stream through the window behind her, illuminating the chandelier crystals and her piano. The sun warmed her gradually and momentarily before the clouds once again blocked the rays.
“Do you want a coffee or a tea or something?” The old man asked.
“No.” The response was brief and detached from all emotion.
“The lady left this for you. Don't know why.”
“Don’t.” She almost yelled as the hand holding the card descended to the piano. “Put it somewhere else.” She relaxed slightly as he moved the card away, her piano was safe, untouched, uncontaminated and hers.
“I’ll place it in the card file.” He said then walked off, wondering why he put up with her. As her fingers played the quieter tune she felt the wind blow through the little gap in the window. The wind was harsh, cold and bitter, not like a few moments ago when the sun highlighted the piano. She never felt the cold; not on her: back, arms, fingers not even her legs. This little quirk always pleased her, yet the music didn't change, her mind refused to think of any other piece to play. she had absorbed herself once more in each note she pressed and the sound it produced.