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Piano Time Rag

Leah Cutter

Copyright 2012 by Leah Cutter

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The Piano Time Rag

The old-fashioned tin bell above the door sounded so loud it made Sadie wince as she pushed her way out of the summer sunshine and into the antique store, as if she was disturbing the dead. The shop smelled of moldy books and wood, long brittle and old. No one sat behind the long glass counter running down the side and holding art nouveau earrings, vintage rhinestone collars, antique rings, and fountain pens.

Sadie didn't see no ringer on the counter, so she called out, "Hello? Hey! Anyone here?" She checked her watch, a pretty lady's Timex from the '50s. It was only a little past 2 PM. Her appointment had been at 2, and though she was no longer in her home in the south, the Midwest usually ran slow enough for her tastes and her schedule.

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