12 Short Stories of Christmas: Eleven Pipers Piping

Published December 22, 2015 by ElisaChristy

For day ten click here.

The music drifted down the hallway and into Laura’s room. Slow and sad, it ended one note too early, Laura thought.  The absence of the final chord left the whole song feeling incomplete and creepy. Laura waited for the final note, but she fell asleep before it was played, if it ever was.

Laura asked her father about the music over breakfast the next morning.
Asked whether one of the servants was practicing and whether they knew they had missed the final note  which had made the music seem so full of longing to Laura’s ears.
Her father didn’t reply. He stopped eating, porridge halfway to his mouth, dripped off the spoon and back into the bowl drop by drop.
Her father told her never to mention the music again and to pay it no heed if she heard it that night.

As Laura lay in bed, the same music came floating into her room.
Laura got out of bed and followed the sound, unable to resist.

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