While waiting for the number seven train to come, I pulled out The Talisman to peruse. It always seems to occupy me.
Just as I was getting into the thick of the story, I heard a sound. But there wasn’t something quite right about it. I followed my ears.
I ended up coming upon an old man, sitting on the floor, diligently playing the violin. He had his eyes closed. Curiously, it was a Fall Out Boy song. Not usually the fare of classical instrumentalists. I stood, transfixed, at this oddity.
When the song came to an end, he opened his eyes and stared right into mine. Feeling unlike myself, I reached into my pocket for some change. As I dropped it in his case, he grabbed my arm.
“Here, laddie, for your generosity.” I looked down and found him holding out a four leaf clover. I took it, reluctantly, then turned quickly and scurried away.
As I got back to my seat, I glanced down at it. In a scrawling hand was written, To be or not to be, that is the question. Do you want to know the answer?