[If you are walking by the park you might find a secluded area where a man is sitting in the shade and playing the accoridan. This man would be Lemony. The music sounds something like this but he isn't singing. Just sitting there and playing away]
[With his hands behind his back, dressed in his customary black but in the cut of what the casual wear for those in the 1950's would wear in the late spring, early summer, he stops to regard the music. His hands were hurting from his regain of his scars on his hands that finally stopped bleeding. He listened to the music and closed his eyes. The tune sounded depressing but very appropriate from the morale of the inhabitants of Mayfield.]
[The tune is despressing because it's a warning but as he's not singing the lyrics that's hard to tell. After he finishes that song he stops playing for the moment and sits there quietly]
I had to do a double take when the comment thingie wanted me to "report an unfortunate event"....ufosrrealMay 10 2010, 04:08:40 UTC
((The park might b an offshoot from the library, but it was also an excellent place to read a book! So! Here's we have a Sheska. carrying twenty in her arm. She walks by caring the wondrous stack and then passing, realized the accordion is going and stops and watches a moment.
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I cannot help but think that there was a reason behind the song. Care to share with me?
[His hands began to hurt again and he took a seat on the bench.]
I have never heard anything like it before.
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Ah there is.
An....acquaintance of mine wrote it for me. For my first book.
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She seems a little transfixed. ))
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My word, that is a lot of books.
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Remarkable. You must enjoy reading a great deal.
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Oh hello. I didn't realize anyone was there.
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