The Magic Piano

I wrote this waaaay back in 1988. I’m putting it out there as-is — a yardstick so that I can always compare this work to my current writing. I like the story, but I sure hope I’ve improved since then!

by Brad Foster, 1988 ©

“Hey, buddy, where do you want this stuff?” asked one of the workmen with a wrinkled plaid shirt half-hanging over a dirty pair of jeans. He jiggled a large box overflowing with musty clothes to assert his point.

“Just send it to one of the charities. I don’t care.” answered a lean, tall man facing a window, his back on his…



This is what I do: I drink and I write things.

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