Heartbreaking Music

• Richy Chen, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2010

I was striding out to meet my friends at the cinemas when I heard it. The slow sad music floating from around the corner. I walked carefully towards him, not too close, as it may be a kidnapper. There he was, with many scars on his face, playing the mournful tune on his battered violin. There was piece of paper explaining his past. I squinted to read it. He was not married and he had went to war. He received very little money and only had enough to buy a violin, a secondhand chair, a cup and some food. I had had enough, so miserable. I threw some coins into the cup. He nodded his head and I saw a cut in his half-bald head. In a hurry, I stumbled away.