The Silver Piccolo (100 Word Story #42)

Way down below, where light can barely pierce; a shadow lies upon the surface of the sand. Slim and dark, oscillating with the water currents; the shadow dances and shimmies to the movement of fish and detritus lingering on the ocean floor.

Perpendicular in the sand abides a fine silver piccolo. Undamaged and unmoved by time, neither disturbed by creature nor the slow exploration of rust; it glints as a stray photon strikes the deeply mirrored surface.

Keys ready for nimble fingers to play, a tune to be relayed.

And in the shadows awaited vigilant eyes; the claimant the prize.

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Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.