Plea from another Galaxy
The notes on her piano trickle, tinkling like misty rain-- they were different that day. Her chords were muted, and jilted as she played. Tilting her head, she listened to the stange sound, the voice of her country: mourning had arrived. Today, eyes would open and swing wide for the entrance of a new fear, as if the cold war, and terror were never enough. The piano player heard the plea from another galaxy-- a faint signal, a dying star like a cryptic code; the time and place unknown, but the... Sign in to see full entry.