Charlie tucked me in at the usual bedtime that night. “Will you teach me how to play a song tomorrow?” I asked, just before Charlie flicked off the lights.“We’ll have to learn a piece together”, Charlie said sincerely. “I never made it much further than playing the right hand part of ‘Chop Sticks’.” “You really don’t know how…

I don’t know why they chose to drop me onto Charlie’s doorstep some years ago, but I never regretted it. Not even the day just before my seventh birthday when two peculiar men showed up in a fancy moving van with the words ‘Baal’s Movers’ on the side. It was freshly painted in an elegant…

Charlie Sopheric wasn’t an overly skinny man, yet wasn’t overweight either. He wasn’t tall, yet wasn’t short. He was what some would call, average; though he was far from it. His half oval framed spectacles often complimented his long face, though he only wore them when reading. He kept his hair cut short and layered…

It all started as soon as I was tall enough to reach the keys. I’m six. I find myself waking in a panic, not knowing that this would haunt my daydreams and nightmares until the last time I turned my brain off. If uncle Charlie ever knew about these dreams he’d be at my bedside…