I sit at the piano, heedlessly playing anything that pops into my head. I look over at Death, who sits on our shabby worn orange sofa, that is falling apart at the seams because of Ringo, our dog, chewing on it so much. "What was the band called that you like?" She asks quietly, leaning over and pressing down on the last key on the piano in an untamed rhythm.
"The Beatles?"
She nods, staying quiet for a moment. "....Do you know how to play any of their songs? On the piano?"
"I think so." I start to press down on the sustain pedal with my right foot and tap out the chords to Let It Be. "When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be.." I freeze for a moment. "Um..." I nervously laugh, forgetting the rest of the words I quietly hum the melody instead.
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Let It Be
Mystery / Thriller"W-what are you doing?!" I slowly move my hands from my mouth. "I-I don't want to kill him.." She says softly, tears in her eyes. DISCLAIMER: This is based off of the short film Let It Be by Bertie Gilbert, this is my take on the story I do not own...
