Previously in The Last of the Tellers, Lest (the Teller) enjoyed his first apple. Conversation moved toward Graham’s trade and he revealed himself to be a singer, a trade that takes a lot of nerve in their society…
“A singer? Haven’t seen a singer since…”
“No. Not that long, I think, but close. It seems I met a commune twelve years back.”
“Yes, and Tinters like a hive.”
The Singer Graham sat quiet for a time
in which he sipped his coffee, thought, and stared.
“A commune,” Graham began, “of song and hue.”
“But only songs and color, nothing more.”