PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
The cello sat silently in the corner, polished and ready to play. Twinkling lights dripped from the ceiling around the podium.
Edward hurried in, brushing the snow from his heavy navy cashmere coat. He glanced around furtively, confirming he was alone and swiftly poured himself a double Jack Daniels from behind the bar, which he necked and repeated three times. He drew a deep breath and sternly told himself to behave normally.
He wasn’t anxious about the concert. Pre-performance jitters disappeared the moment he picked up his bow.
What troubled him was the carnage he had left in his bedroom.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.