Double Bass

Spritz plucked away at his double bass and stared at Elsa

The new violist and played like it was nobody's business

He shuffled his chair ever closer watching the way she handled the stick thing

Her hair brushed against his arm

He flinched and yanked a string too firmly

It twanged apart and sliced Elsa's fingers off!

He found her appeal quickly diminished as blood spurted from the finger stumps