Shane Jiraiya Cummings

Copyright © Shane Jiraiya Cummings 2011.

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It was the most beautiful song he had ever heard. Haunting, melancholy, but with a magical quality—a soul—infused into each note. The song drew Len to the park from the very moment he stepped from Vltavska station.

Letna Park was a sprawling smear of greenery nestled between the city spires and the river. Len had been here a few times before, clearing his head between meetings or trawling antique shops, depending on the reason for his stay. He frequented the park for the views of the Old Town and the behemoth Prague Castle perched on its crag.

Letna Park was rambling but too small to constrain the majesty of such a voice. The song blossomed louder in his ears with every step. A traveller no more, he was Odysseus a-quest, drawn across a sea of shrubs and grass by a siren of the modern age.

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