Because you have to start somewhere
Clarissa showed him middle C. ‘There.’
She pushed his finger onto it.
A familiar note. ‘Now you try.’
Her thoughts returned to a wonderful
night when he’d played her Debussy.
Finding C again
Published by Richard Holt
A writer from Melbourne, Richard maintains a number of blogs exploring very short fiction and text-based art practices. His stories and poems have been published in both mainstream and alternative journals and collections. He is also a visual artist and was co-founder of both Platform Artists Group and zine store, Sticky. He continues to publish very short fiction and conduct microfiction workshops for practicing writers, students and others. He has created numerous text-based installations and artworks for public spaces, including at Federation Square, Melbourne and in conjunction with the 2017, Newcastle Writers Festival. View all posts by Richard Holt
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small stories about love 
Am I reading some filthy word association into this?
You might be, Maryanne, but I wasn’t. Just keys on the keyboard for me (and the protagonist’s initial – the only intentional possible alternative). Oh no. Now you’ve go me worrying about Debussy, but no entendres entended there either I’m afraid. For me this was just a story of recovery from some unspecified acquired brain injury, taken from a lover’s perspective – but that now seems like a rather mundane reading, so go with smut if you prefer!