It was a dull day accentuated by the grey drizzle. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a painful death.

I was enjoying sitting silently as my Dear swung gracefully, like a little monkey swinging blissfully.

The piano had clean white keys and red framing. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its sleek reflection warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in it's presence.

I can still vividly recall the sandwich falling down on me, like a bomb, falls and causes destruction - snap. My life slipped away.

Only my dearest Dear weeps at my grave.

(Haven't done one of theeese in a while! Hope you liked the little tragic drabble!)