Flash Fiction: Wood Piano

What a beautiful old piano! And what a charming little story! Do take a minute to read this….

The Dark Netizen

It lay untouched by the entrance.

The eccentric restaurateur had purchased the wooden piano from the antique shop. He thought that it ornamentally fit in with his restaurant, The Musical Meal. After placing it by the entrance, he did not give it a second thought. He did not look at it until a few months later, when he heard a commotion outside the restaurant. He rushed outside to find a small crowd gathered. The people were all clapping and cheering for a ragged looking old man sitting at the wood piano, playing it.

As he played, flowers bloomed on it…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 15 MARCH 2019

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