FICTION SHORT STORY SERIES

The Letter

Chapter 3: The message in the letter shocks me.

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I fumble with the keys trying to open my apartment’s door. I am shaking like a thin wispy reed in a strong breeze.

I am upset about the baffling and mysterious interaction I had with the man playing the cello at the piazza. I open the door after a bit of a struggle to coordinate my shaky fingers.

The wooden door rattled in its frame after I slammed it violently.

“What the hell?” My scream bounces around the apartment like a ping-pong ball. Rage is boiling inside me.

That mysterious meeting made me feel like the world’s biggest fool. Played like a cello to a tune I didn’t recognize and that was forever changing.

“Busky, what is going on?” I ask the man in the portrait on the wall. Do you have an idea? I am lost for words, mate.”

No answer from Busky.

I collapsed into my armchair staring questioningly at him.

“Come on, Busky. There must be a connection between you and the fountain man. You both play cellos. You even look a bit like him. Now that can’t be a coincidence, can it? Why don’t you explain this mystery to me.”