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by Triv
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2177471
Flash fiction using the words piano, light, door
The house lay abandoned for many years. The Singhs lived there once but as the older Singhs passed on, the younger generation moved out. For some reason, the family never wanted to sell the place.

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.
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