Maestro: A Short Story

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Maestro
Frank loaded his clippers, rake and hoe into his old red wheelbarrow. Today was the day to tackle the spring cleanup around the lake. Winter brought a lot of trash and deadfall to the lakeshore and Frank figured it would take all day to get it cleaned up. Frank pushed the wheelbarrow out of the barn into the spring sunshine, and headed down the path towards the lake. As he crested the hill, he took in the view of the lake nestled in the valley. It was surrounded by budding willow and oak trees, and the grass was starting to hint green. The sun glinted off the lake, making him squint as he approached.
Frank stopped near the dock, where a small rowboat was moored. The boat was intact and had survived the winter snows. As he began to unload …show more content…

I have to figure this one out, he thought. Frank walked down the dock, climbed into the row boat, and began to stroke the oars out to the middle of the lake. As he got close, Frank realized that the man in the middle of the lake wasn’t a man at all. In fact, it was a man’s suit hovering ten feet over the water. It stood upright and full, as it would if a man was wearing it, but it was empty. This was no ordinary suit, either. It looked to Frank like the garb worn by a conductor of a symphony orchestra; he thought they were called “Maestros”. The Maestro suit consisted of a black coat with full tails; a ruffled white shirt with a bow tie and cumber-bun; and full length black pants.
Frank rowed to the exact center of the lake, gazing up to get a close view of the suit. As he did, the Maestro lifted both of it’s arms. The arms extended, reached their peak, and paused. The air around Frank thinned into a vacuum. The Maestro dropped its arms in a flourish, as a conductor does when starting a performance. As he did, a strong fresh wind burst across the lake, and Franks nostrils filled with sweet spring perfume. The wind was strong and warm; it kicked up small whitecaps on the lake. Small fish jumped and twisted in the breeze, and Frank struggled to keep from falling out of the

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