Friday Fictioneers: Grandma’s Piano


PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

“How dare you destroy my precious piano?” Grandma? I wanted to say but my lips had turned to jello. “Yes, it’s me,” Grandma snapped as if she had read my mind while a swarm of thoughts invaded my suddenly awake mind. What piano? What is she talking about? 

Grandma scoffed, “You don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, do you? Fine, sleep. When you wake up, that piano will begin to haunt you until you find it, fix it, and care for it.”

“Wait, Grandma!” I cried but all I heard was the ear-piercing ringing of my alarm clock.

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.

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11 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Grandma’s Piano

  1. Wow… This one made a knot in my stomach. When I was ten-years old, I destroyed my mother’s old family butterfly grand that she had learned to play on. Protesting piano lessons, I used a pair of my dad’s medical scissors to cut a bunch of strings until there was a sudden, loud “BANG!” One of the cast iron harps had cracked from the sudden change in tension. My mom and I both cried for a week. One of very few things in my life I’d go back and change if I could.

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      • It was beautiful. But I think what really hurt was that my mom had beautiful memories form her own childhood associated with the instrument. Destroying it was like defacing her memories. I got my wish, anyway. For many years, I wasn’t even allowed in the same room with its replacement.

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