The violinist frowned, disappointed.He looked down at the shattered violin, broken beyond repair.The violinist was vexed by it’s fragility. In spite of it’s at first seemingly sturdy appearance,it had not lasted long under the energetic pulls of his bow.However,the acoustics did interest him.The discordant ,yet, strangely compelling screeching of the violin had amused him greatly.Perhaps his next prize would too be of this kind.In truth,the music was all that the violinist lived for.He thrived on the melody, the sweet sound of his singing bow and the warmth of the smooth violin in his hands.Eagerly anticipating his next performance,the violinist quietly disappeared into the inky blackness of the night.
When the owner of the apartment opened the door, she found her son on the floor,cut in half,with a bloodstained violin bow lying next to him.A few miles from the ensuing scream, a softly played symphony could be heard.
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