Dead Man’s Keys


The piano is locked away, draped in dark cloth. A sign sits on top, painted in wild letters: DO NOT PLAY THE PIANO!

If you’re curious as to why, the janitor – who’s full of stories as the people we forget are there always are – will tell you.

There was a pianist who could capture the perfect sound, loved for the fury of his performances.

One night, he put too much fury into his work. His heart burst on a thunderous note and he toppled onto the keys, dead.

Three weeks later, another man tried to play at the same piano. The moment his fingers touched the keys, he let out a scream and fell to the stage, convulsing.

The music of the pianist, his furious passion captured at the moment of his death, echoed still in the piano.

If you value life and sanity – Don’t touch the dead man’s keys.

Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Mike Vore for providing the prompt photo!

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