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“He took the fucking piano, Sunshine. He didn't take everything. Look at your left hand. It's probably clenched in a fist right now, isn't…

— Katja Millay

“You're amazing," she whispered hoarsely. He pushed back the hair from her face. "You too." "How? All I do is let you play me…

— Ashlyn Chase

“She looked down at his hands, privately in awe of their pianist grace, the unconscious way his fingers twitched when someone asked him a…

— N.M. Lombardi

“He had an extraordinarily casual air about him. I'd noticed that before, when he had tossed himself out the window.”

— Rinsai Rossetti

“Yes, I felt very small. The typewriter seemed larger than a piano, I was less than a molecule. What could I do? I drank…

— Albert Sánchez Piñol

“He looked up and saw her and his breath stopped in his throat. His hands stopped too, still spread above the keyboard. Harpsichord notes…

— Thomas Harris

“Did he hear it, she wondered as she glimpsed her husband’s face through half-closed eyes and saw what was quickly becoming a familiar look:…

— Alice McDermott

“The Ferris wheel came to a stop two seats down from the top. "I've been thinking about you a lot this past week," she…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“Yeah. We consulted our crystal balls, so we knew just when to drop the piano out of the window.” I clapped my hands together.…

— K.F. Breene

“I wondered if he’d appreciate my help: maybe if I attacked her with a pool chair and beat her into putty, she’d be distracted…

— Jane Harvey-Berrick

“For you, Elisabeth.” He offered me the flute again. This time I took it. Despite the cold air, the instrument was warm, and felt…

— S. Jae-Jones

“I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.” The…

— Debra Anastasia