#loeillet

Miniconcert vader en zoon De Munck

Op donderdagmiddag 21 juli is er weer een miniconcert met orgel in de Koorkerk te Middelburg. Het wordt gegeven door Rudi (orgel en piano) en Mart (hobo) de Munck. Zij spelen een gevarieerd programma met muziek van Bach, Mulder, De Jong, Loeillet en Morricone.Het concert begint om 15.00 uur. De toegang is gratis; bij de uitgang is er een collecte. Rudi de Munck (1977) is de vader van Mart en is…

Oh? Do you not rest for the holidays?

Mist rose from the cracked earth as Steven walked across it. The cold, yet humid air tickled his olfactory senses and stung his eyes, but he continued walking with intent in his footsteps. The man didn't seem to be affected by the chill from his surroundings. He took a turn, and exited out to the face of a mountain that looked down upon clear Hoenn waters, with Lilycove far off in the distance if one knew where to look.

He shifted in his suit, walked along the mountain path before entering it again. The interior was quite unlike its exterior -- tombstones lined the room, and only a few people were present, their heads dipped in mourning or prayers for the dead.

Steven gave them only a passing glance before he moved to the stairs, once again climbing out into the open face of Mt Pyre.

Grass was everywhere, and there were more graves there than he remembered. Wild pokémon, ghosts and living ones alike, lurked, but did not attack. Atop the mountain would be the old couple who guarded the twin orbs of red and blue, but Steven's business was not with them.