Today’s writing prompt from The Daily Post was:
Do you play a musical instrument whose sound you find particularly pleasing? Tell us a story.
Well, I don’t play an instrument but I dearly wish that I had learnt to play the piano when I was growing up. As Lady Catherine de Burgh would say ‘If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.’
Music played on the piano has the power to evoke sidelined memories for me so I used this theme to write a one hundred word story.
Strike a Chord
Lucy watched his fingers dance over the keyboard, a single tear tracing the curve of her cheek. Once, she had twirled their giggling daughter to this as he played. Now it’s music box chimes stabbed her heart.
In lucid moments he played their song, his fading mind preserving this relic of their short journey. Today his bright, smiling eyes would know who she was.
Their daughter scrambled onto the stool beside him, her tightly curled hair a mirror of his own.
He frowned softly at the energetic bundle.
“Hello” He said, “Have you come for a song? What’s your name?”
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