Climbing the steps to her neighbor’s second-floor front porch, Ethel breathed heavily. Thump, thump, thump, she dragged the axe behind her. Her hand shook as she turned the doorknob to Agnes’s flat and crossed the threshold. Ethel finally had her chance. She raised the axe and brought it down over and over. The more she sliced the happier she grew. Through her maniacal laugh, she heard a whimper from behind her. It was Agnes.
“I told you if you didn’t stop pounding on that thing, I’d do something about it!” Ethel shouted.
The piano lay in a pile of splinters.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we are to write a 100-word story. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayer.
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