Misery Sonata
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Not far from it, seeming to absorb the orange glow, stood the grand piano, which slumbered deep within a cocoon of cobwebs. The woman swiped the shroud away, soiling her sixteen button opera gloves. But no matter, the once diamond encrusted sleeves were tattered and their fingertips torn. She glanced around the room once more, overjoyed to have returned home.
