I stood firmly at the corner of the hall for decades. People came, people left. They couldn’t resist laying their fingers on me.
Some played me so beautifully that the crowd applauded and cheered loudly, though none of the cheers were for me.
Some hammered me so hard till I thought I was falling apart. They… almost broke my heart.
Those were the good old days… in my memory, they would stay.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. For today, I will leave this hall, in fire… I will fall.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this challenge.