This Week’s 3 Randomly Generated Words:
A bright warmth fills my chest as I stare at my creation. Pachelbel’s Canon gently swirling around me.
My fingers dance across the ivory piano keys from my imagination. Each note a beautiful memory. The music swells.
I can see my sister now. That smile on her face. Her anthem echos off the damp cave walls.
The last notes fade as my potato-powered battery dies. I turn back to the monster who took her from me. With blood-stained hands I pick up the wires strung through his limbs.
“Time to dance, Puppet.” My voice sounds kind. My fingers won’t be.