A musician and a lover of music find each other.
I sat by the window in the café, drinking bad coffee and reading the paper. “Excuse me, sir. Do you know when the show in the park starts.” I looked up in irritation and into a pair huge, dark eyes in a round, brown fae framed by flaming pink hair. Whatever I had been going to say came out as, “Neurrr.” “Excuse me?” “It’s been cancelled,” I rallied. “It’s supposed to rain...Read On