New Purpose (Friday Fictioneers – 100 words limit)
The early 1900s, and I was grand.
Ivories first tickled by a young piano teacher.
An instrument of training for great and future pianists.
My rich sound, inspiration of a thousand students.
The centerpiece to decades of recitals.
A good, long life in service to others.
But time, and the instructor, passed.
Age took its toll.
No more was I cared for or tuned.
I was shuffled into a corner.
And then to the alley.
Nature’s elements then took their toll.
Years passed, and one day…
A kindly soul, some soil, some flowers.
I gained new purpose.
I serve again.
The challenge – write a complete tale in 100 words using the photo prompt as inspiration – and that’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle for posting the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. Special thanks to Anshu Bhojnagarwala for this thought provoking photograph.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, as I enjoyed writing it.