Flash Fiction: Melody

She sat motionless, except for her hands on the viol.

The professor approached amidst strange melodies. “How many days? Erich Zann was afraid of his music; you are obsessed with it!”

He found a corpse, as soulless an instrument as the viol it still played.

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