Flash fiction using the words piano, light, door
From outside, the house looked anything but uninhabited. A few window panes lay broken here and there but otherwise there was no sign of wear and tear. A caretaker took meticulous care of the expansive garden. No one paid him but he did it anyway.
I must have been seven then and that house drew me to it. I wondered at what secrets it hid behind its single massive front door. My mother forbade me to go anywhere near it.
One evening, I was returning from the park and as usual had to pass the house. My nanny saw the look in my eye and shook her head. Intrigue overtook us. I yanked her hand and she let me lead her on. We thought there was a sliver of light from under the door. Our curiosity won.
There was no lock and the door slid inward in a comfortable silence. The large hall we entered was lovely. Not a speck of dirt or dust spoilt the lovely room.
In the far corner on the left, stood an ancient piano. A figure huddled over and the most enchanting melody emanated from his fingers.
Both of us let out a tiny scream. He looked up; a wizened man with a calm smile.
“You have lifted the curse. Someone had to come in and listen to my music to re-unite me with Preeti,” he said.
There was a shimmer of light and he was gone.