A Holiday Affair


Copyright -John Nixon

Stepping into Joe’s Bar, Stephanie worryingly registered the absence of music.
Her husband looked disapprovingly at the abandoned piano.
“Louis, we’re back. Where’s Julio?”
“Very sad, Sir. He no longer with us. Jealous husband kill him.”
Stephanie gasped. The code was broken. The meaning of the mid-stream slide from ‘Strangers in the night’ to ‘Come Fly with me’ discovered. Never again would Julio ‘fly her to the moon.’
“You must get another piano player. Julio was part of the attraction of returning each year; his playing pleased my wife so.”
He meant it, but his thoughts traded pleased for pleasured.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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