Literature
Monroe the Musician
Monroe was a traveling musician. A street jester, of sorts, who could juggle notes and make melodies disappear into thin air. The castanets strapped to his spindly fingers could charm birds and bystanders alike, and the harmonica that hung low over his lips, a metallic moustache, could sing to the soul and set toes a'tapping. His long coat of hypnotic pink and blue triangles dazzled the eye, and he wore the best of Arabian perfumes, which appeased to the local and foreign nostrils, weary of the sticky sweetness of rising bakery goods mixed with the factory smog belching from the the segmented chimney. As he jingled, clanged, tooted, chirped a