Hiding in Plain Sight

His fingers caress the keys like a lover, but there’s no one around to hear him now. Even the bartender—Raymond—is in the backroom.

Chance could bang on the keys right now, and no one would notice. That’s what his mother did, after all. She saved her raging fits for the moments when no one was around to witness them. No one except Chance. Maybe she thought he was too young to understand, but even a five-year-old gets rage and sadness.

She was an incredible woman when people were watching. She’d taught him to play the piano. To hide himself from humanity.

The door opened behind his back, and two women stepped inside. The wind whipped up and snowflakes pinged his cheeks. Chance’s fingers moved from keys playing a somber “Silent Night” and picked up the tempo to play “Let It Snow.”

Writing prompt: Use the words snow, piano, chance

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