I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom.
I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look, she said, “Your dad proposed to me with a song he composed inside his house’s bathroom with this piano.”
“Everyday I wait for him to get this back or to play for me again. I placed it here so he knows where to find it.”
Note: The tiled wall looks bathroom to me. 😀
Word count: 100
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For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 07, 2017. Glad to be back dear PJ! ❤