A short story
The Colors
“Come quick! I’m about to close the shop,” Samantha is standing outside her shop. Tasty Tunes sells all kinds of musical instruments.
“Doesn’t your shop open at nine and close at five?” Sara asks, pointing at the shop signage. The whir of her e-bike stops as she parks it outside. It is ten in the morning.
“I’m going to the protest,” Samantha says. “Aren’t you coming?”
“No. I’m not into these things. Not yet. At least. I’m more of a neutral sort of person,” she says, picking up her repaired violin. The shop is halfway between her home and her music academy.
“Nice bike. Is it electric?” Samantha asks as she locks the door of her shop.
“Thanks. My brother found it online. It comes with its app and displays its live location wherever I go,” Sara loves to talk about her futuristic hubless bike.
“That’s great. Bye, Sara,” Samantha says and walks towards the people gathered at the end of the street to go to the main protest.
Sara’s bike wakes up, and she starts moving toward her music class. The violin has no frets, keys, or buttons. She has to find the right note on the fingerboard by touch. She struggles as even the slightest shift of her finger makes her sound out of tune. She wants to impress her violin teacher, but it is not…
