PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields
He sat at the piano, but didn’t play. His fingers caressed the keys, but he knew better than to press down. A beautiful melody he didn’t dare let his ears hear danced through his head.
Bad things happened every time he played. For too long he played off the misfortunes in his life as coincidence. Eventually, he realized the truth. Too many lives had already been lost to risk another touch of those haunted keys. Every single time he pressed one of those forsaken keys someone died.
“Play me something,” a voice–his wife’s–said from somewhere behind him.
“Never.”
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Not sure why but I immediately thought of the song Piano Man by Billy Joel when I saw the photo. Love that song, but being me I had to put a darker spin on the whole thing.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
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