Instruments — We Buy

The bell chimed with a dissonant clink . Behind the counter sat a woman who looked like she was made of parchment and cello resin. She didn’t look up from a disassembled flute. "I’m looking to sell," Elias said, his voice cracking.

The note was low, a tectonic shift that rattled the glass jars of bridge pins on the shelves. Then he played a scale. Then a fragment of the Bach Suite his grandfather loved. The shop seemed to expand. The dust motes danced in time. For a moment, the debt, the cramped apartment, and the grief disappeared into the vibration against his chest. we buy instruments

Elias looked at the cello, then at the peeling sign outside. He zipped the case, but he didn't head for the bank. He headed for the park, the weight on his shoulder finally feeling like it belonged there. Should I add a to this shop, or The bell chimed with a dissonant clink