Better Days

Friday fictioneers 3.15.19

Better Days

It still stood on the sidewalk, a melancholy reminder of better days. The days when Grampy taught her to play, the days before. Before the Bluebird Pandemic had swept across the world, leaving millions of blue-faced corpses in it’s wake. The doctors had died in the first wave. The plague wiped out most of the world population, lack of sanitation took still more. Then came the looters. They stripped everything including the ebony and ivory keys from her beloved piano. Ayrelan had made a small memorial garden on the top of the derelict instrument, a tribute to better days.

Word count 99

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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