The High Art of Haunting

Meet Alex Webb, readers. Alex is a world-class violinist, an internationally renowned celebrity of the cerebral. He’s got it all: rich, famous, handsome, talented and… crippled by a hit and run accident at the peak of his career. Trapped by his own fractured body, braced and bound in a big, old white house outside the city, Alex is a broken man in more ways than one. But not to worry, Alex is most definitely not alone in the house. He has his lonely moppet-eyed little boy, Nicky, to give him reason to live. He has his chatty English housekeeper, Mrs. Flagg, to help him take step by painful step back into the land of the living. He has host of Turner Classic Movies, Robert Osborne, to keep him company in the darkness late at night, and he has a mysterious, shiny black piano in his living room to…save him? But Alex is a violinist, he doesn’t play the piano. So when he starts hearing the light, tiny sound of tink….tink in the back of his mind followed by the less than admirable scenes from his life reflected in the windows of that big old white house, Alex comes to see his life as a Greek tragedy played out right before his eyes, limping pathetically toward an inevitable conclusion. But is it truly inevitable? It has been said that the eyes are windows to the soul, for Alex Webb could it be that the windows are the eyes to his soul?