With trembling fingers, the boy picked up the worn bow and fiddle. Despite it’s size, he adjusted it on his shoulder, rested his chin lightly on the end to ensure it was secure while strategically placing his fingers, lifted his left hand, and drew the bow gently over the strings. A haunting chorus of notes drifted out across the room.
A slight smile played at the corners of the boy’s mouth as he pressed ahead. He closed his eyes and let the music consume him. It swirled around him and seemed to fill the whole home. As the melody ended, he lowered the bow and opened his eyes. The blue orbs widened at the figure standing in the doorway. Hurriedly, he returned the instrument to its place and scurried out of the room, trying to slip by the man without disturbing him. He muttered an apology.
A strong hand caught his slender arm and held him firmly. Dark orbs gazed down at him. “Where did you learn to play like that?” the question held a demanding edge.
His eyes blew wide with terror. Frantically he shook his head. “I don’t know.”
The man shook him roughly. “Don’t lie to me boy.”
“I’m not, sir,” he squeaked. “I just listened and watched.”
His brows knit together. “She never played anything like that.”
He managed a shrug. “I just play what is in my head.”
He glared down at the boy, unblinking. After several heartbeats, the man released his hold. He nudged the boy toward the opposite side of the room. “You have chores to finish.”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded frantically and scurried out of the house.
The World of Terra 