Short Story: Under His Thrall
She undulated to his music, something he would appreciate a lot more if he wasn’t so terrified.
He peeked at his watch. They asked him to buy them ten minutes. Only two had passed since he started serenading the monstrous guardian with his music.
His fingers slipped. The wrong note screeched horribly out of tune and shook the guardian out of her haze.
In his fear, the next few notes also missed the mark. The guardian’s gaze sharpened.
He ditched the current piece for a new one that he could play blind back to front in his sleep. His fingers moved easily through the the familiar tune. The guardian slipped back under his thrall.
He took another peek.
Seven minutes to go.
Come back soon everyone.