“How dare you destroy my precious piano?” Grandma? I wanted to say but my lips had turned to jello. “Yes, it’s me,” Grandma snapped as if she had read my mind while a swarm of thoughts invaded my suddenly awake mind. What piano? What is she talking about?
Grandma scoffed, “You don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, do you? Fine, sleep. When you wake up, that piano will begin to haunt you until you find it, fix it, and care for it.”
“Wait, Grandma!” I cried but all I heard was the ear-piercing ringing of my alarm clock.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.