# 6

Like any other Wednesday night the Blue Parrot was half-full. Ioko was seating at the end of the bar sipping whiskey and eating peanuts, quietly overlooking things. He just loves Wednesday nights. Charlie got on stage and sat by his piano. He had never heard from her again and he decided not to do anything about it. ‘Maybe someday’ he thought. He played the piano gently and after a standard set of songs he started playing a tune that was unfamiliar to Ioko’s ears. It was called ‘Orange was the colour of her dress, then blue silk’. Ioko thought it was the most beautiful piece of music he had ever heard.

The End