by A.J. Lawdring
“Come into my music,” the little boy smiled as he drew his bow expertly over the strings of his violin as he played songs on the street corner. “My name is Estrodanin, and my music will take you where you need to go.”
Hector, a big man in a dark suit, laughed toward a little girl standing next to him. “There is nowhere I need to go.”
“There is one place I can see you’ve never been.”
“Ha! I have been everywhere, son.” Hector flashed a gleaming smile as he flipped his wallet from his coat pocket. A waterfall of photos in an accordion file cascaded all the way to his feet. “See these places? I own most of them.” Even the little girl could not help being amazed.
“Ah, but I can see the place you’ve never been. Maybe you’d like to go there now.” Estrodanin winked and grinned his most winning grin.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hector flicked a button and all the photos popped back into place in their accordion case.
“No, but you do.”
“Alright, little man. I will humor you. How much does it cost?”
“You determine the worth of your trip after you’ve taken the journey.”
“Ha! I could say it was worth nothing.”
“Yes, you could.”
“Okay, so what do I do?”
“Close your eyes and follow the music. It knows the way.”
Hector closed his eyes, and Estrodanin’s melody reached out for the big man’s soul. When the song ended, Hector opened his eyes. He pulled at his pockets, and emptied everything he had into the basket at Estrodanin’s feet. Hector left the street corner sobbing, dragging his arm across his snivelling nose.
“Where did the music take him?” the little girl asked.
“To the land where little boys receive love, recognition, and respect all the days of their youth.”
“And no one ever kicked or spanked him?” “Not once, not ever.”