Canon In D On Flute Novels & Stories

He raised his hand, a flute nestled in his palm, "Vivian, this is for you." I didn't desire anything from Albert, yet his voice seemed to wield an enchanting power, coaxing me to extend my hand. In a state of uncertainty, I found myself grasping the dainty flute. It was no thicker than my fingers and hardly longer than theirs. The flute's surface was icy cold, akin to Albert's own frigid touch. Only upon touching the chilled surface did I seem to awaken from a trance. I recoiled, stepping back, eyeing Albert warily, "No, I can't accept your offering."