PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields
The day after her grandmother’s solemn funeral, the family went to the house to collect their share of antiquities. As everyone scattered about the house, she went to the piano hidden in the corner of the room. Lightly and slowly, her fingers moved key by key from one octave to the next as memories of her grandmother teaching her to play surfaced. Grandmother was always the musician in the family, she thought as she sat down and began humming one of her grandmother’s original pieces. Then, closing her eyes, she inhaled and began to play her grandmother’s final original symphony.
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
Grandma wasn’t the only musician!
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No, grandma was the only musician when she was younger and now, there’s a new generation of musician in the family.
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Lovely
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the melancholic tone of the story is heartily felt. well done.
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Thank you.
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Sad yet quite sweet that she’s following in her grandmother’s footsteps.
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Well, someone has to take the job of being the musician in the family. 🙂
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Wonderful story! I could almost hear the music she was playing. 🙂 Well done.
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Thank you.
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There is a very nostalgic sense to this. I very much enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks, I’m glad. 🙂
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I think the piano has found a new caretaker… Lovely
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Yes, it has. Thanks for reading.
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A beautiful story, sad and happy at the same time.
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Thank you.
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