There is a choice to be made between love and desire. Between holding on, and letting go.
“OK. Now try this.” Relyana’s small dark wrists moved rapidly over the tree stump, shifting a set of irregular blue and green ceramic mugs under them. Around and through she mixed, then stopped with them in a cluster. She shoved each mug out to the periphery of the stump, forming a flower pattern.
Relyana looked up. “Go.”
The Elephant Seller’s Daughter is a short story from the collection Tales from the Red Book of Tunes.
Print the sheet music.
Listen to the tune.
