The Professor and the Boy

The Professor and the Boy

Hemingway writing style

      A single beam of sunlight streamed through the large windows in the auditorium, casting a faded, dull light across the rows of seats in the empty audience. Music filled the room and echoed on the bare walls. A boy sat in the center of the stage, his fingers moving across the keys without a pause. The melody the boy created was the only sound in the room, apart from the constant tapping of the professor’s foot. The boy finished his conclusion. Silence filled the room.

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