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Midnight Music

By , Goldendale, WA
The satin dripping of piano music was creeping in from the hall, and suddenly my bed felt cold. I pussyfooted to the door. A flickering glow crawled up the walls.

Then black silence reigned.

I reached out, touched the piano. Felt the candlewick.

Warm.





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Reagan said...
Jan. 18, 2010 at 6:54 pm
55-fiction is a tough format! nice imagery
 
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