Strings and Hammers

Back in December I decided to write a story with an object as a main character, where the challenge was to make the reader empathize with it.

I ended up penning Strings and Hammers, which tells the misadventures of an old upright piano.

Miracle e-zine published the story in Issue 4, available here:
http://www.lulu.com/shop/miracle-e-zine/issue-4-fantasy-edition/ebook/product-20687940.html

TAC AND TNEDOR

Snow almost killed me.

Monday was an ordinary day, a bit chilly, but pleasant. I lay in my cave, as usual. I don't go outside unless I'm starving or super-thirsty, but that day my stomach growled like crazy.

I had to go out.

First step on the ground? Not good. I tumbled down and buried in a mount of snow. Where did it come from? It wasn't there the day before. I fought my way out and stared at the white ceilings. When this happens food is hard to get.

But I was starving.

I marched to a house a few yards away, but my legs buried in the snow with every step I took. I stared at it. My mouth watered just thinking of the cheeses and snacks the place had. Wasn't an easy ordeal, but I managed to reach my destination.

That was the easy part--even with the snow. Now I had to get inside. That's always tricky because Tac, the guardian, is always around. So, I glanced around. No signs of him. I tiptoed on the driveway, constantly searching for him.

But I have no eyes on my back.

Tac came behind me and bit my tail. My beloved tail! Just liked that, my appendage was gone. And it hurt like hell.

I stormed back to my cave with Tac's rotten breath assaulting my nose--he was that close. But the snow worked for me this time. I buried myself in it and dig a tunnel. Tac's claw also dig in the snow.

He missed me by an inch.

I fought my way through the tunnel until I got home.

I hate cats.