A Little Light Music
(Submitted to Friday Fictioneers)
Janet, duster in hand, paused. Midnight blinked from a box. A Styrofoam peanut clung to his fur.
She rose fluidly to her feet. Guided by light and The Moonlight Sonata, she weaved through boxes and misplaced furniture. Her quest ended on the porch.
On the lawn, paint stirrer raised, Gregor waved his arms. Dazzled by light, Janet turned. Their lamps stood, arrayed on the porch. They flashed, emitting piano music.
Janet flashed her wand, bringing the concert to an end. “So much for your…unfinished symphony, we need to unpack. Your mother is coming.”