Faded yellow letters on a flaking blue sign beside the door of a long-abandoned building read: Mrs M. Martindale, music lessons, top floor.
Gregor, a beggar, frail, toothless, and alone, spends his nights huddled by the front step. Sometimes he plays his tin whistle. Sometimes a distant piano accompanies him.
John Young is an old chap living in St. Andrews, Scotland, a ancient town with an ancient university, home of golf and, allegedly, many ghosts.
That last line clinched it.
poignant, thank you. mj
Great job, John.
Another very nice story.
Poignant. Heartwarming.
What a lovely piece, John. Simple, touching, encapsulated in the final line.
Very nice, indeed!
Fantastic piece.
A great piece of writing.
That last line gave me the chills! Great story.