it was silent without him here.
the house reeked of burnt wood and pine. all furniture has disappeared except for the lonely upright piano sitting up against the pale wall.
the sun beat down from the window, giving the old rusty piano a lovely spotlight. the once shiny wood has now been covered by a sheet of dust.
"you're so hopeless," i chuckled lightly at the piano.
i wiped the dust off of the bench and sat down. i lifted and pushed the cover away, revealing the clean keys. it was a sea of whites and blacks, the whites having an eggshell color to it. i rubbed my fingers over the keys lightly. they were cold and have been untouched. i placed my foot over the pedal and pressed it down, making a nice squeak after i applied pressure. i let go of the pedal and placed my fingers on top of the keys, positioning them into a g major chord. i pressed my fingers and foot down on the pedal at the same time, creating a nice full sound that rang through the small, abandoned house. the notes were slightly off tune, but it was enough to bring back the memories that have haunted me for years.
