February 28, 2013

• ohohohohoho

  Well whaddaya know, my little brother writes better short stories than I do. I wonder when I’m going to get tired of boasting about him. I’m sure it makes me sound like an old woman.

  And what’s this? Classical music romance, ohoho! I guess that means he really knows what he’s doing with his life.

   

   

  The door shut behind him as he made his way onto the porch. He sat down on the bench, sipped his coffee, and sighed. It was Christmas Eve. Despite the snow and the cold, He felt quite comfortable on the front porch in the early morning. The neighborhood was quiet that morning. The snow was light and plentiful. It was a peaceful morning. The soft glow of the sun crept up above the clouds; bits of sunlight sprinkling the neighborhood.

  He smiled as he looked across the street at his neighbours’ houses, all decorated with bright lights, candy canes and snowmen. He took a sip of coffee again. The snow could be shoveled later, he thought. The dinner party isn’t until 8 in the evening, and it wasn’t even 7 in the morning yet.

  A voice called out from across the fence. “Well, aren’t you up early this morning. Didn’t know you were an early bird now.”

  “Good morning to you too, Eliza. Lovely weather, isn’t it? It isn’t often we get such nice snow down here.” he answered. “Hop on over the fence. Let me get you a cup of coffee.”

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  He lived with his grandparents. His mother and father were always overseas on business, and his sister had moved out four years ago. He just graduated from high school, but he already inherited his father’s fortune. He spent his days at home, listening to music and playing piano. He taught music in the afternoons. His grandparents never liked the music, but they couldn’t deny their grandson had some hint of talent, so they never said anything against it.

  “So, what’re you up to today? Practicing more piano? It’s Christmas Eve, man. Take a break!” Eliza was always like that. She was always so laid back about everything. “Easy for you to say, everything comes to you so naturally” he replied.

  “Are you kidding me? Quit trying to be so modest. You have to take some pride in yourself, yknow? I’ve played with you, you’re not as bad as you make yourself to be.”

  Eliza had been his neighbour for the past 3 years now. She had moved next door around a week before Christmas, although the two never actually met until half a year after she moved. He was sitting on his porch that Summer morning, just doing his usual gazing into the distance, sipping his hot chocolate at the time (he only started drinking coffee after high school), when he heard a violin from next door. Where was this beautiful music coming from? He was curious. He was used to being the only musician in the block. He put his hot chocolate down, climbed over the porch railing and peered over the fence. The living room window next door was wide open. He wasn’t expecting such a stunning girl to be his neighbour. And man, could she play the violin! She stopped suddenly, looked out across the fence, and saw his face, struck with awe. He smiled, and to his surprise, she waved and smiled back. “I play piano, let’s play together sometime.” he called.

   

   

   

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