Title: Great Things
Wordcount: 100 :D
He’s ten years old, and his too-long-for-his-age fingers are fluttering over the keys, as he releases yet another perfect melody from the depths of the old grand piano. His dark hair falls across his face, sheet-like, obscuring the look of pure concentration (brow furrowed, lips parted just so) from his proud mother and her friend across the room.
The guest, quite amazed at his skill, turns to his mother, and says reverently, “That boy will do great things with those hands.”
And when he sees the blood, and the pain, and the remains of Ishbal, Kimbley feels inclined to agree.