The Melody of You and Me by M. Hollis

Author:M. Hollis [Hollis, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

The sun is shining brightly after a few days of rain. Chris had missed its warmth on her skin. It’s her day off from work, and she decides to go for a walk around her neighborhood.

She says hello to the old florist who is always the first person to open her shop. The woman readjusts her flowers and waves back at Chris, a gentle smile on her kind face. Every few minutes, Chris needs to avoid the bicycles near the edge of the sidewalk and the groups of teenage boys who keep jostling each other around as they laugh.

After a while, she stops outside the café where Josie had come out to her sister. Through the window, she can see that a small girl is sitting at the piano in the corner. Her fingers shyly try first one note, then another, and she swings her little legs in the air, seemingly lost.

With a smile, Chris enters the café.

The little girl seems to be confused as to how to use the piano. She doesn’t look older than seven or eight years old. Her face is set in a deep frown, and she nibbles on her lips in concentration every few seconds.

“Hello. Do you mind if I take a seat?” Chris asks her.

The girl looks up, her tight curls bouncing around her light-skinned face.

“No, you can sit,” she answers.

Chris notices there is a woman a few chairs away watching them and waves at her, to show that she is just being friendly. She doesn’t want to send the wrong message.

“I’m Christine. What’s your name?”

“Isabelle de Souza,” she answers proudly, the way only kids can sound at knowing their full names.

“That’s a beautiful name, Isabelle. Can you play something?”

Isabelle shifts on her seat agitatedly.

“I’m trying… I’ve just started piano lessons, but it’s hard because my hands are so small.”

Smiling at the child’s serious tone, Chris remembers the time she used to think the same.

“Well, you know what my guitar teacher told me when I was a kid?”

Instantly, Isabelle looks up at her with curious eyes. She seems excited with the idea that Chris is also interested in music.

“He said that every hand can make music, no matter the size. You just need to practice enough.”

She watches as Isabelle’s green eyes widen at her words.

“Do you know how to play the piano?” the girl asks in wonder.

“Not a lot, to be honest,” Chris admits. “But I remember this one song. Here, I’ll show you.”

She places her fingers on the keys to the left side of the keyboard and shows Isabelle how to play a short children’s lullaby. After a few attempts, the girl starts to understand how to move from one key to another, to repeat the song Chris had played.

Chris is rewarded with a bright smile and a shy thank you from Isabelle. From a few meters, Isabelle’s mom watches them happily as she drinks her coffee. Chris feels proud and delighted to have been able to help Isabelle. She wonders if

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