Heather S Duffy
Stories (1/0)
The Blank Book
It didn’t take Maya long to figure out that if she wanted a music notebook, she wasn’t going to find it on the rack with the other little black notebooks. She sighed and looked out into the falling snow thinking about where the closest music store might be. She didn’t remember seeing one except all the way downtown in Boston two subway rides away. Being that she couldn’t even be sure the music store had survived the pandemic she decided against trying to get there that night. Maya turned back to the rack of notebooks to see if any of the little black notebooks on the rack could be used in a pinch to write music. She grabbed a lined one and headed to the cashier. Halfway there she decided that perhaps a completely blank one would work better as she could draw in what she needed so she turned back to the rack where she saw a young man, maybe half her age, looking as if he was deciding what he wanted. Maya stopped for a moment to give him a chance to decide, watching as he indecisively looked over the books. In a quick movement he suddenly took a small black book, identical to those on the shelf, out of his pocket and returned it to the shelf then turned and quickly left. She was intrigued at his actions and went over to look at what he had placed on the shelf. Had he considered stealing it but thought better of that and brought it back? Was he returning it for money? Seemed unlikely as he had not gone to cashier. His actions seemed strange. Maya wanted to see what he had put back on the rack, so she found the book he placed on the shelf and opened it. It was music ruled, just what she needed which somehow that made his actions seem even stranger. Other than the blank music staves, there was nothing in the book that she could see. Although she found it odd that a music book had suddenly appeared, Maya was delighted! She grabbed it and headed to the cashier, then out into the snowy night and home.
By Heather S Duffy3 years ago in Beat