A Violin’s Cry
By
Joseph Cox
Copyright © Joseph Cox
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Cover design by Stanley Edwards
Edited by Cait Keegan
Julian Banner woke up, listening nervously to the dark room for what had caused his sleep to be interrupted. He paid close attention as the chilling sound again shattered the shadowy darkness. Could someone have broken in? Maybe it was a bad dream. If it was, he couldn’t recall what he had dreamt now. Not remembering his dreams had become normal. Still, nothing moved in the gloom, just like the other side of the bed where Max used to sleep. The frenzied reverberation pierced through him once again. And then it stopped, the house sat silent, nobody living breathed but him. He was sure.
Julian rolled over, stuffing his pillow beneath his head, his back to the left side of the room, as if giving Max the cold shoulder. And then, Julian heard something again, the same echoing cry pervading the darkness, the hushed scream of an anomalous instrument long since silenced. It did not waver as Julian pulled back the sheets; in fact, it seemed to become more frantic. The noise unnerved Julian as he deposited his feet into his cold slippers.
The bedroom door hinges creaked as Julian opened it. If there were something in the house it would have heard him coming, wouldn’t it? No doubt it had jumped out the window or slipped out the door. What could something be doing that would make such a horrible noise? Julian’s heart beat faster as he walked down the hallway past the bathroom. He came to the dining room, but he could see nothing. The tone had not changed pitch, one long note hanging between two. If Max were still alive he would be able to tell if it were flat or sharp, but as a banker Julian knew nothing about music, except what he had learned at the instrument restorer’s.