Last Wednesday, I found a middle C on the footpath in the city.
It looked dusty and worn.
I wondered who lost the middle C…
If the owner was a pianist, they would be devastated because you can’t play the piano without a middle C.
Perhaps a boy on the way to a trumpet lesson dropped it.
He would get in trouble when his teacher found out he couldn’t play a middle C.
I wondered if a singer who failed an audition threw it away because they were very angry.
The judge might have said to them, “Your middle C is out of tune!” They might be looking for it now.
I slowly checked for my middle C in my pocket.
I hadn’t used it for a long time.
I was glad when I found it.
Do you still have yours?