The Ripped Piano

The Ripped Piano
A Short Story
by Untitled writer
Alison Ramsbottom looked at the ripped piano in her hands and felt confident.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved grey Oxford with its quarrelsome, quirky quarries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel confident.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ruth Blacksmith. Ruth was a peculiar lover with fat elbows and curvaceous fingers.