Prompt: Friday Fictioneers, Writing challenge: emotions
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The old piano

Image credit: Jan W. Fields

Her old piano sits at a corner in a hardly used room, long forgotten by everyone except her. As her fingers lingers upon the dusty wood, she remembers the days she had poured her heart and soul into it. Every day, without fail, just her and the piano for an hour or two. Her fingers dancing across the keys, a beautiful melody drifting in the air. She missed those days, days without worries, without homework, without examinations. Lifting the lid, she caresses the keys and an enchanting tune fills the air. Once again, she has fallen in love.


 

Written in response to Friday Fictioneers: 22 Jan ’16

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