The final crescendo rises and falls like a last breath. I didn't know it was mine. My heart pounds, louder than the drum set behind me. The orchestra of the dead smile, empty eyes twinkling. They knew. They tricked me. Of course they did. Well at least they liked my music. Its a strange last thought to have.
I gasp, unable to breathe as the tune fades away, the music ending.
"Welcome to our orchestra" the skeleton next to me says with a grin.
The last beat stops, with my heart. And now I will play my clarinet here, forever.
Christopher over 2 years ago
Scary!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Scary indeed!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Chillzzz