The afternoon was gray and heavy with the threat of rain.

Old Possum had pulled the ancient phonograph and his grandmother’s equally ancient record collection out of the hall closet and, before long, the exquisitely calm yet haunting, almost-melancholy strains of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata floated across the otherwise quiet garden.

Possum closed his eyes and sighed; the music fitted the mood of the day perfectly, he decided.

(September 2022)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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