Wayback Wednesday Photo Writing Prompt
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The Music Box
Sharon had been surprised when Rudolph had brought home the music box. They usually didn’t have money for such extravagances, but when she laid her eyes on it they gleamed like a school girl.
“Shall I play it?”
Sharon clapped her hands together and wiggled her feet. She loved to dance and rarely got the opportunity between the piles of laundry her clients brought her. The instant the music played she loved it. The high-pitched tone played one of her favorite songs, or at least it sounded like one of her favorite songs.
“You like it?”
Sharon wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed his cheek. “I love it!”
Rudolph beamed from ear to ear. “The guy I bought it from said it was special, and I told him just like my gal.”
“I bet you did.”
“All he said was to not wind it all the way.”
“How could you not wind it all the way?” Sharon jigged into the center of their small living room which consisted of one worn love seat, a small wobbly kitchen table with two chairs and a lamp.
“That’s exactly what I told him baby.”
Rudolph watched his wife dance. Sharon twirled and twirled, her laugh brightened up the entire room. He relished seeing her so happy. When the music began to slow he turned to wind it again. When he looked back Sharon was gone.
“Sharon?” Only the tinny sound of the music played. “Sharon? Where’d you go hon?”
Their apartment was small there was no way anyone could get lost in it. He took a couple of steps toward the kitchen. Empty. He took another couple of steps toward their bedroom. Empty. He walked back into the living room. The sweet smell of laundry detergent lingered in the air. He turned to check the bedroom one more time when he heard a slight muffled noise coming from the music box. He fell to his knees, one hand rested on the box, the other on the last place her feet touched and screamed.