PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
“What’s happened to my piano?” Sanjeev gaped at the musical intrument filled with soil.
“Firstly, it’s mine. You sold it to me. Second, – ” said Rakesh.
“If I knew you were going to violate it, I wouldn’t have!”
“Violate? Do not be coarse with me. I am an artist. A medium. A tool of God, I -”
“Oh you’re a tool alright! This was an antique. Pure Ebony. Real ivory. Mahogany wood.”
“And yet, you got rid of it.”
A pause. “Had a gambling debt.”
Rakesh hands him a shovel. “Long handle. Strong steel. Unused. Perfect to beat yourself up with.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Submit to the link below and join in!