Tune My Heart

Perspective: Hers | Tone: Awkward/comedic | Setting: Piano store | Twists: She’s the employee; they’re neighbors

“Everything’s fine, Momma. Really,” I say into my phone. I kneel on the floor of the piano storeroom and locate the shop’s last Kawai CX202 electric piano box resting along the bottom shelf of the industrial steel shelving. It’s large and dusty, with black letters printed on its thick cardboard. Rows of identical boxes stretch to my left and right. They’re lit by fluorescent bulbs so bright they practically illuminate my X-ray on the cement…