Magic Carpet

Action: Playing the piano
Word: Grass
Word count: 98

Magic Carpet

The daily routine was never mundane. Each time she lifted the piano lid, a fresh quiver of excitement flashed through her body.

Eighty-eight keys to the kingdom; a blessed bestowal. Their playing a promised gateway to the celestial music of the spheres.

As fingers flowed down the river of lilting harmony, her mind drifted gently toward a childhood memory.

A beautiful summer day alone in the meadow, she sat on a rock whistling a blade of grass, a playful kazoo. Even then, her little tunes beckoned the angels.

Now, she wonders, which key opens the door to Paradise?

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