The music had entranced the ghoul who now lounged with eyes closed.
After hours of playing, Mia could barely felt the keys below her numb fingers. From the corner of her eye she looked out of the patio towards the gates wondering if she could make a dash for it while the ghoul slept. Surely she could jump over. A shiver of hope went up her spine and without meaning to she missed a note.
At once her head and legs became rigid and heavy as lead, frozen.
“I warned you not to think of escape.”
Suddenly Mia was enclosed on all four sides by tall windowless un-scalable bleak tiled walls, and the walls were moving closer and closer.
“Play my love. As long as you play the walls will stay away. You stop, and the walls start closing in again.
After all, life is one grand sweet song, so start the music*”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers using a photo by Mike Vore as prompt
*The quote Life is one grand sweet song, so start the music is credited to Ronald Regan.