The Bathroom Pianist

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.”

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Note: The tiled wall looks bathroom to me. 😀

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Word count: 100

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Photo credit: Mike Vore

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For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) March 07, 2017.  Glad to be back dear PJ! ❤