Love Song – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday afternoon, ladies and gents!  The sun is shining beautifully here on the south shore of Montreal.  Tomorrow it is supposed to rain cats and dogs and then we are expecting a week-long heatwave starting Friday…  I’ll try to enjoy today as much as I can before work!  That said, before I go back out there and attack the weeds, I share with you this little 100-word story based on our hostess with the mostest’s own picture of her Luv’s music room.  Thank you, always, Rochelle, for not only being here week after week, encouraging us to write and up our game, but for always supplying your own fabulous take on the prompt.

As always, do join in by clicking on the blue frog below.  It’s a great challenge that teaches you how to choose your words carefully.  100 ain’t a whole lot to write a story!

©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Jan’s Joint

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Love Song

“…. and this is my music room.”

“You play all these instruments?”

“Yep!  Wanna hear some?”

“Yes, please.  I’d love to.  What is your genre?”

“You tell me after you’ve heard me play.  How about that?”

She nodded yes, thrilled that he was going to play just for her.

He picked up his guitar and she marvelled as his fingers caressed the instrument.

The melody was beautiful, his voice a rich baritone.

“So? What say you?”

“I’d say a country-influenced crooner is what you are.  You must have loved her very much.”

A shadow crossed his face.  “With all my heart.”

Musical Dreams – Friday Fictioneers

It was a day of lollygagging and coming back to this image, deciding on which direction to take it.  I am using the excuse that I am still a little ill from a cold so it was okay to remain in pyjamas all day.  Maybe that is what permitted me to take the direction I did.  Thank you Björn Rudberg for such a beautiful image.  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this fabulous group of writers week after week!

Click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs should you wish to participate.  If not, click on the blue frog to read more interpretations of this lovely photograh.

© Björn Rudberg

Word Count: 100

Genre:  Fiction

Musical Dreams

She closed her eyes as she listened to Yo-Yo Ma’s recording of Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 – Prelude.  It never failed to bring a feeling of complete peace over her body.  The cello was her favourite instrument in the orchestra.  She could feel the melancholic, rich sound in the deepest part of her gut, her heart, her soul.

Why ever did she never learn to play?  It was way too late now, she was convinced.  No one in their right mind, wth no clue how to even read music, would think of taking up an instrument in her fifties?  Would they?