It had been so long since anyone had even moved my case, let alone taken me out of it, I had resigned myself to remaining there forever; nothing left for me but the memories of being taken out, of singing soft and tender, or wild and fierce. But now, something had changed! My case was being moved; first the intermittent tapping of footsteps, then a smooth unfamiliar purr, then the clacking of train wheels… and finally I was at rest again. I waited impatiently for someone to take me out of my case. I had no real hope that my old players - the strong, confident hands that had called such beautiful music from me; or the smaller, inexperienced but talented ones - had returned, but perhaps someone new would take up my bow.
Set during "Gay from China at the Chalet School". Written for the "music" challenge at fan_flashworks.
I... have just written a story from a cello's point of view. What have you done to me, fan_flashworks?
I wasn't at all sure where to put this story - which probably does make St Scholastika the right place.