Bella’ Dream

A Short Fiction

That night I lay in bed and listened to the howling winter wind. It rattled icy treetop limbs, and the sound of branches tinkling against each other brought to my mind the image of a skeleton sitting at a piano, tickling the ivories.

When I think about it now, it wasn’t music I was hearing, but rather the quaking of the skeleton’s restless bones. Or maybe it was me who was restless, as I…