The Piano Man

Fiorella is emotionally eviscerated: the keyboard repairman visited. The piano itself ended up being condemned, but that's beside the point.  Whenever Eli Corral sat down to play, he made Fiorella dance, laugh, or cry. Yes, he was that good. Fio never knew how being in the same room with the artist could make the music more real, could send it straight to her heart, to her soul.

As is her wont, Fio hung over Eli's shoulder the whole time he was in the house and elicited his story. The piano is his life.. His family was musical, and he'd been a child prodigy, but repairing pianos gives him a steady income, keeps him in contact with his passion, and allows him the freedom to play whatever he wants to, whenever he wants to, and wherever he wants to.

Thank you, Eli, for sharing two hours of your life with us. It was like stepping into another universe.

Passionate Parody

This is a little satire of one of Fio's unsold (but prize-winning) romances.

“Oh, golly gee willikers, Mik.  Fancy running into you out here on a street island asking for God’s blessing.  Come home with me and I’ll fix you up some hot chocolate and cookies.”

“What a sweetheart you are, Sigrid.  I’m sorry I shocked you so much by guzzling so much milk that you divorced me.”

“Thank nothing of it, honey.  I forgive you. Besides, caring person that I am, I regularly pick up stray dogs, feral cats, and dirty, dangerous-looking men.  In fact, last week—uh, never mind.”

“By the way, have I mentioned that I’m now a best-selling author, making at least ten times your salary?  And that I want to explore us getting back together again?”

“Ooh, Moneybags--I mean Mik.  I love you all over again, and not because of you’re rich

and famous, of course, heh-heh, but because of our new relationship: no conflict, no personalities, no drama.” 

            “Right on, babe.  No conflict, no personalities, no drama.  In fact, we’re dull as dishwater.  No story here!”

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