Late in life, she traded piano for painting. It was so refreshing. She’d only ever played keys when she’d had a husband to join onstage.
They’d joke about it when he appeared to her. She tried painting him in his present form, but she could never get the eyes right.
Lucas Kwong wrote this story.
Endings are tough. You’ve packed a lot in here and the last line is so sad and lovely.
Left me cold – dead cold,