My sax man blew cool notes — long, sonorous, penetrating, soul-awakening baritone notes. When sated, he smiled at the horn, no piece of molded metal, but a living, breathing partner.

When my sax man died, I sent the horn to someone I’ll never know. In Hong Kong, the bari breathes again.

Janet Feldman is a semi-retired psychotherapist with a journalism background. She currently focuses on short stories with an emphasis on human interaction.