Soul Music - Not Fair

Susan spun around, scythe ready to swing. But the music was in the air. It had no soul to aim for.

You could say to the universe, this is not fair. And the universe would say: Oh, isn't it? Sorry. You could save people. You could get there in the nick of time. And something could snap its fingers and say, no, it has to be this way. Let me tell you how it has to be. This is how the legend has to go.

She reached out and tried to take Buddy's hand. She could feel it, but only as a coldness.

'Can you hear me?' she shouted, above the triumphant chords.

He nodded. 'It's . . . it's like a legend! It has to happen! And I can't stop it - how can I kill something like music?'

She ran to the edge of the gorge. The cart was well on fire. They wouldn't appear in it. They would have been in it.

'I can't stop it! It's not fair!' She pounded at the air with her fists. 'Grandfather!'

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Soul Music - p246-247