Non-human powers

'I really do sometimes think that you have powers that are not human', Nana said unexpectedly, dropping his freshly ironed pants in the drawer. Daniel looked up in alarm at his seventh nanny (- this year, he didn't count in the ones from the years before because he had lost count) and then quickly made an innocent face.
'Powers?' he asked.
'Non-human powers.' Nana stressed each word as she turned around to face him. She had been warned ten-year-old Daniel had worked his way through more nannies than his mother's nerves could cope with, but it was only recently she had started to notice something was off.
'When that Carter boy nicked your Nintendo DS you suddenly had it back the next day, without him even coming near you again. That time when your dad asked you to mow the lawn it was suddenly all mown when you two went outside. When Milly was chasing you around the kitchen she suddenly tripped and broke her ankle, while you were no where to be found. And...' Nana's voice wavered. Daniel was staring at her with an intensity she was sure was not normal for a child. She decided not to bring up the fact that she had just heard from the neighbour that that dreadful Carter boy was dead. Found floating in the pond with the cover of the Nintendo DS still in his pocket. Nor did she want to tell him that her things had been disapearing, with a bloody fingerprint left in the exact same place. A fingerprint the size of a child's. She eyed Daniel nervously.
'I'm just quick,' said Daniel icily. He stared at her intently. As he thought, she had been too dumb to get his warnings. But now it seemed that it was time to get a new Nana.
The neighbourhood was getting too crowded.

Autumn song

As her fingers danced over the keys, the melody rose up from the piano. Melancholic, sweet to the point of being painful. The wind blowing around her took the music with it. The melody became louder, stronger, full of emotion. Suddenly a gash of wind blew her long hair out of her face and towards the sky overhead. The wind began to swirl, blowing with the melody. Little brown and red leaves got picked up from the ground and were thrown into the air, dancing a delicate autumn ballet.
She gently touched key after key, stroking them softly. Their tunes interwove and ducked and dived on the blows of the wind, ringing through the open spot between the trees. Their spot.
As the wind swirled all around her, she saw him emerge from the trees. The song grew sad, full of old pain. Full of longing.
He slowly moved onto the open spot. Eyes closed, letting the music carried on the wind guide him. His delicate features looked so peaceful. She regretted how easily his dark brows, his long black lashes and small lips had seeped away from her memory. He had always been so perfect, but her memory wouldn't retain every single detail of how she had loved him. Couldn't.
He moved forward until he reached the piano. Autumn leaves were dancing all around them, getting trapped in their hair. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her softly. The shock of seeing his bright blue eyes made her jump. Her finger slid of the key, breaking the melody. For a moment everything around her seemed to freeze and he seemed to fade away...
Quickly she placed her finger back on the key and played on. She could not stop playing. The music had searched and found him, and kept him here. Without it she was alone once again.
His eyes followed her fingers touching the keys. Then they slid up and locked on hers. She felt a tear run down her cheek, slowly making its way down to her chin. It had been so long.
He carefully leaned over the piano and cradled her cheek in his hand. His thumb wiped away the wet trail the tear had left behind. She let out a sigh, which came out as a sob. She'd have to let him go again. Eventually, when her fingers were too painful to go on playing and the melody no longer resounded through the trees, he would disapear again.
But for now he was here. In a brief moment in time, they were together again.