Three screaming kids crashed into me as I fiddled with the gate.
‘Must have been a good party.’
I ended up talking to their backs.
My finger pressed the rusty button. On the other side of the door a bell chimed but I guess it got lost in the music; maybe the person in charge was deaf so I gave it a push.
Loudest piano that I ever heard. Odd choice, that music. Blues and jazz, mixed up. A bygone age.
What could I do? The door opened, inviting me in. Those were just rumours, weren’t they? Music can’t kill you.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Every week a photo prompts writers to submit a piece of flash fiction (100 words or so). If you are interested have a look at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com who organises it all – incredible!