Mrs. Summers
I'm trying not to look too surprised. I always thought sweet Emily was good, but I never thought she was this good.
My eyes flicker from Emily and her magic violin to Rebecca, who's leaning against my desk and has a soft, knowing smile on her face. Her deep green eyes are cast off into somewhere else, and her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail.
I glance back at Emily, who's eyes are squeezed shut as sad, painful notes echo from the violin. It's like all the sadness in the world is pouring out of this sweet, kind girl. I blink quickly so tears don't spill out and I tuck a strand of curly, greying hair behind my ear. Hypnotic notes swirl around the library.
YOU ARE READING
The City Sleeps for Me
Short StoryRebecca can't see. Emily can't live without her violin. But they both love the rain, and the city, and talking to each other. A novella.
