A Pianist In The Afternoon (V)

That last train that night left at an odd hour of eight in the evening (Last trains don't usually leave as early as that, right?). There were a few people left on that train, fairly because it was raining and it was the last train from the dreaded "Lilith's Bend". Oh yes. Like we've mentioned before, that was a place that less people went, or walked on; mostly because it was a street full of darkness; even when it was lighted by lamps.

And on that train was that short blonde man who was just walking down in a hurry from one of the Lilith's alley. Good thing I made it. Phew... the blonde guy thought to himself. He was soaking wet from the sudden rain and from his sweat from hurrying in the darkened alley just a while ago. But he was safe now, and on board the last train that was bound to the more normal parts of the city. He sat quietly on his seat and fell asleep within a few minutes.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned alley, the tall walking man leaned on a broken lamp post and reached into is pocket for his cigarette. He sat on an empty trash bin as he smoked and he puffed once, twice, then paused for a second to admire quiet moon. She was shy and was seemingly hiding behind the rain clouds, but it was a beautiful sight. Ah... I wish I had a cup of Cappuccino... He suddenly thought to himself. A toast to you, My lovely moon.

After a puffing his last puff, the tall man flicked off the cigarette butt and started walking out of the alley. As if searching for something familiar, he let his legs take him to where they would take him in the old city; just like a bird flying with a sense of freedom and constraint in the wide sky.


At long last, the fifth installment for the Pianist! I've been procrastinating lately, my apologies. Strange Em just wouldn't come out...