Piano Wire

Some of my flash fiction is so-called Drabbles, 100 word stories, like this one.

The wires behind these piano notes are so thin that they must be made to slice, not to play a tune. I take one out and fashion it into a weapon, and then use it to slice through an apple. Am I practising before cutting someone, or am I converting it into a cooking utensil, like a sword into a ploughshare?

Returning to my piano, I find it now has a dead note. That can do in place of killing something sentient, and during my concert tomorrow night my fame will be the sacrifice, as the audience all boo me.