Stories about 'Usher Hall'
By: Mon Nom
Created: 2014-01-05 20:25:53 Edited: 2014-01-05 20:25:53
I watch from the fragrant embrace of a blossoming tree as the Square comes alive with performances of the virtuoso. The rich, human voice of the cello reaches a crescendo. A stilted lady pivots faster, a couple pick up their stroll to a brisk walk, a little girl splashes with fervor in her cool puddle and a young boy propels his umbrella as if in transatlantic flight. People appear and disappear but one person remains constant and calm… The sole figure of a man standing guard of the scene with a devilishly red umbrella propped against his shoulder. He twists it off its resting place and theatrically offers me the handle. A magnetic force pulls me forward and I grasp the umbrella out of his hands. He leans in and whispers, ‘This is your key to travel and time. The tree of Eden is your current shelter but taste the riches of Ancient Egypt or find the mythical fire bird in faraway lands. The world is your blank canvas to paint…’
Created: 2013-10-29 20:59:22 Edited: 2013-10-29 20:59:22
As each strolling pedestrian passed under the shady outstretched branches of the tree, an umbrella fell down, plummeting as though it was a fresh sunripened fruit. Each umbrella bore a label that read 'pick me up and take me away'. Those who stepped over the brolly, or kicked it aside, walked on into the sunshine as before. Every person who paused long enough to inspect their windfall umbrella got the message, and so those rainbow coloured brollyfruits were carried away from the shade of the old tree, all around the Usher Hall and beyond, to be sun parasols today and rain brollies tomorrow, such is Edinburgh life.
By: Northfield loon
Created: 2013-08-11 06:16:04 Edited: 2013-08-11 06:21:09
Where is this place, am I dreaming or could this be heaven? The last thing I remember was cutting the corner on my bike.But who are these people? I need to get closer to see if I recognise someone maybe the little girl with the umbrella she looks familiar or that man who is staring at me.
Created: 2013-08-07 17:26:36 Edited: 2013-08-11 20:05:54
... and he played until his fingers bled! #cello #classical #TCHAIKOVSKY
Created: 2013-08-01 22:52:23 Edited: 2013-08-02 01:15:01