Prompt: Write the last line to an unwritten novel that's so intriguing that others won't help but want to read the book.
Response: The Piano
I ran my hands over the chipped keys one last time before I turned my back on the old piano, consigning it to the harsh wiles of the desert.
Notes: This is a hard hard hard evil prompt . . .
I am going to be gone for the next two days, so those prompts will be posted later today.