SOUL MUSIC - flash fiction in only 60 words

SOUL MUSIC

She only stopped playing when her arthritis forced her to, but she still dusted the keys and polished every inch each week.

The piano-tuner still came regularly too. I remember his dog would sit underneath – a gentle creature.

Then the day after her funeral her husband banished me to the shed.

Obviously he doesn’t realise a piano has a soul.

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This week's photograph by Anshu is so sad, and my story was written in five minutes - truly flash fiction! 

EXHIBIT - a 100 word story

EXHIBIT

“Is this where I leave my exhibit?”

Craig curled his lip. “Not that old piano?”

“Careful,” said Paul, “It has a soul.”

“Rubbish!” Craig sneered, “And we don’t take rubbish.”

“This is the Tate Modern, isn’t it? Where they exhibit dead sheep?”

“We’ve moved on since then.” Craig was losing his cool – he was always being taunted about the formaldehyde sheep. “Your piano belongs in the tip.”

“You’ll be sorry you said that,” Paul warned, and walked away.

Craig kicked the piano.

With no doorman to move them on, a crowd formed as a dirge emanated from the unmanned instrument.

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Don't blame me - I don't choose the photograph! That was taken by John Nixon and picked for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle who blogs at  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/    You can follow the link from her blog to read what other authors wrote to the prompt - after leaving a comment on mine, if you would be so kind!