Short Stories

Abandoned Skyscraper

 I could not help but recall the wasted hours spent slamming the keys and the late nights I spent slouched over the piano.

The neck pain, the neverending ache in the joints of my fingers and the fictional social life throughout my teen years could never be mended. This talent of mine laid down on my feet, refusing to move- for I developed and built it into a massive skyscraper. It could not go unnoticed or neglected.

I picked the wrong spot for it and it's far too heavy to move- placed on a beautiful meadow, now crushed down to dust. If only the skyscraper was worth it. As soon as it was built to the highest point; Everyone inside packed their bags and left.