Two Story Residental W/ Violnist

Queen Anne, Two Stories, electric heat, East side, Good Neighborhood.

Timothy will soon leave his house of thirty years but now he sits and listens. The chair is comfortable and familiar and Timothy loses himself in a familiar piece. The strings have resonated for ten years and they show no sign of stopping. There are sharp errors throughout and they repeat often, echoing as Timothy mourns the girl who was trying. She was always so trying, so loud, so persistent. Timothy was often pained by these practices but this has been forgotten in an amber hue. This house will be owned by some else soon enough, hopefully they like violins.