Paddy thought exile would free his mind, but Norman was always the reminder.
He eased the foot high piano-player from inside his guitar and they began to duet. A crowd gathered, astonished at the tiny virtuoso.
As always one had to ask. ‘Who’s he?’
Paddy couldn’t explain. Saving a leprechaun meant he got his dearest wish but, of course he had to save the only deaf imp in Ireland. He’d been young, foolish and only thought of girls. Slipping Norman away, once again he relived his astonishment when he received his wish: a twelve inch pianist.
This was written in response to Don Massenzio’s #stockpicturechallenge, here