We knew the rules. Grandpa Keller’s old Bechstein piano was off limits.
On the day of his funeral, Aunt Ruby serenaded us with several of Grandpa’s favourite tunes—on his beloved Bechstein.
We raised some hell. Literally.
Turns out Grandpa Keller still doesn’t take kindly to anyone touching his piano.
G.R. LeBlanc is a Canadian haiku poet and fiction writer who has always been fascinated by the otherworldly and unexplained. Learn more about her at sleekbio.com/grleblanc.
Danny hopped into a black bumper car while Johanna hopped into a blue one.
Both drivers skimmed the signs on the surrounding walls. In large red letters:
CLOCKWISE DIRECTION ONLY
NO HEAD-ON HITS
Danny and Johanna exchanged glances, then sped to opposite ends of the floor, faced each other and…
Joey wasn’t interested in writing while at school but has been writing on his own in recent years, mostly to amuse himself. He has been published at The Story Shack. He also would like to drive bumper cars again cos it’s been a while.