Midnight Music

December 16, 2009
By Anonymous

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.


The author's comments:
This piece is a form of flash fiction I read about--a story in 55 words or less. I'd love to get some constructive criticism on it. :)

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Reagan said...
on Jan. 18 2010 at 6:54 pm
Reagan, Goldendale, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
A woman's heart should be so lost in God that a man must seek Him first in order to find her.

55-fiction is a tough format! nice imagery


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