Experimental composer, Theodore, stood looking at his bargain keyboard and cursed. Useless thing. He would never buy online again. He could have resold it on eBay, passed it off onto some other sucker. Instead the impulsive artist had taken the instrument apart in the vain hope he could find out what was wrong with it.
His accountant wife, Anne, not keen on wasting money, was appalled to see the new piano in pieces. She understood money but not art.
‘I thought you deconstructed music, not keyboards.’
‘It was making a horrible sound,’ Theodore replied.
‘My dear, that was your playing.’
My first piece for Friday Fictioneers. This picture was supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who also hosts the group where writers from all over the world gather to write about 100 words using a photo as inspiration.