Drabble Series: My Fatal Choice

The butcher’s shop, its door propped open with a little wooden wedge, sent the enticing aroma of salami and pepperoni out unto the sidewalk; good marketing. Beside it, the closed door of a solicitor, the window dark and without light. A candy shop was on this street, and its window was full of playful delight. His hat at his feet, his cheeks full of air, his fingers traveling the familiar stops of his instrument, the musician played a woeful dirge. Melancholy notes swam in the air about him, and my heart was soothed by his blues; but I passed on.