Avram Dehpour was beset with panic because his right hand

had frozen up, grown heavy, during a Schubert sonata, missing

several notes during the Andante, sending a soft murmur — accompanied

by hard biting coughs from angry throats — through the audience.

All was suddenly asunder, his command faltering, the normal alliance

between his skill, his talent, and what might be called

genius, broken.  The audience settled into a stunned silence.  An

aural black hole from which emerged a few more tight

coughs.  As most everyone already knows, his grand celebration, his

triumphant return from Moscow, was ruined.  His fingers grew heavy.


Paraphrases from the story collection The Secret Goldfish by David Means.