100 Word Challenge: the notes from the piano
The darkness held her close as she sat on the familiar hardness of her wooden stool. The notes from the piano soothed her, dancing across her consciousness, warming her insides with their whispered words.
She had long had a love affair with her instrument; it had always been there for her and never asked for anything but her love. When her fingers were in contact with those cool, delicate keys she was home, safe, happy. She savoured every moment now, in the dark of the night, for tomorrow morning the bailiffs would come and take away her one true love.
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