Flash Fiction: Pipes on the Pier
Written by Emma Mathes
Photo by Victoria Manzoli
Peter and his mama went walking on the pier every Sunday. Peter’s mother had to go grocery shopping and she placated her son’s impatience with a breezy walk on the pier.
One Sunday in particular, there was a seemingly dramatic change in the typical landscape. A large device had been rolled to the edge of the pier. It was a musical instrument, Peter found out. When he pressed down on metal levers, sonorous bellows came from each pipe. Each lever made the pipes sound different. And Peter spent the better part of an hour experimenting. For him, it felt like no time at all.
