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She takes the ukelele from him gently, and he relents. He sits across from her and says, "Let me teach you a song I used to play for Molly."
5:30 PM Jul 22nd
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Resigned to his strangness, she sits on her waiting stool. "A lesson, then? Because even if you can't leave, I have much to learn."
1:54 PM Jul 22nd
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"I can't leave, though I want to. I have much work to do here in my shop." She looks at the dust and the empty corners in disbelief.
4:20 PM Jul 18th
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"But I am here now, and I will play for you on this ukelele that you've fixed. And when I'm done, we will take a walk in the sunshine."
4:40 PM Jul 14th
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So there had been another in the shop before her, another women who had sat on this wooden stool and taken lessons from this man.
2:06 PM Jul 11th
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When she returns to tell him of her plan, he shakes his head sadly. "That accordian is all played out. Molly never came back for it."
4:19 PM Jul 8th
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All day, she daydreams wooden stages and fringed leather jackets. The clerk will fix the accordian and they will go out into the world.
1:12 PM Jul 5th
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"Will you be back tommorow?" he asks. She nods foggily. "Leave the ukelele here so I can tighten the strings." She does not question him.
7:50 PM Jul 3rd
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He stops her by getting up from his stool and putting his hand over hers. She smells cedar and varnish in the opening of his shirt.
6:57 PM Jul 2nd
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She does not know songs exactly, but she makes sounds upon sounds until they turn into a melody, and she plays until her thumb splits open.
11:12 PM Jul 1st
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He is like her father teaching her how to ride a bicycle. At some point, he lets go, and she goes, goes, goes on without him.
5:09 PM Jun 30th
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A sweet sound comes from the ukelele, brought forth by his hand on hers. A sweet song comes from the bottoms of her feet on the wood floor.
8:48 PM Jun 28th
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"This is where you press," he says. "This is where you lightly run your fingers to make a sweet sound." She does as he says.
8:59 AM Jun 28th
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"You do it like this," he says, covering her hands with his. She is grateful for his warmth in the cool morning, but she already knows how.
9:42 PM Jun 26th
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He reaches around her to place her hands on the neck and across the strings. The ukelele hums before she even tries to pluck.
8:57 PM Jun 25th
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He drags two stools to the middle of the empty wood floor, seating her on one like a large doll. He places the ukelele in her arms.
11:15 AM Jun 24th
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His teeth gleam like they've been freshly polished, and his part is as straight as a compass arrow. "Are you ready?" he asks her.
9:24 AM Jun 24th
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Its varnish is the only thing giving off light in the dank storefront. The clerk emerges from behind the curtain. He seems newer, too.
3:19 PM Jun 22nd
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She practically skips back to the shop. Overnight, the ukelele has been given a stand and its own corner of the counter.
9:29 AM Jun 22nd
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She wakes to tingling in the skin stretched between her thumb and forefinger. Her toes tap a three quarter time rhythm as she dresses.
12:34 PM Jun 21st
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- Name Cortney Philip
- Location Iran
- Bio One line at a time.
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