50 Word Stories: Unheard

She leant over the piano like a soldier his first clean bed after years of war. Her eyes closed, fingers ran over the spruce, lips curled into a gentle memory. And I loved her more than ever as I signed I understood. She didn't see me just smiled some more.

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