The Sound of Silence

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story inspired by the picture that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in

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“Is that…?” I stop myself. Of course it’s not.

The dusty memory returns, expecting the one closed door to open to a clutter of keyboards. Instead finding a few power cords, a couple of dust bunnies, and an ashtray. “It’s at the studio,” he says as he places his hand on the small of my back and reaches to pull the door shut. He guides me down the stairwell to the main room for the meal he has created for us.

I had heard he could play, but I never heard it for myself. It’s a sound of dreams alone.

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20 thoughts on “The Sound of Silence

    • Did I not do that well? He is who she is remembering when she sees the picture. Or he is who he is remembering…there’s no reason for gender-specificity in the speaker.

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    • That’s where the picture comes in. She expected something more along the lines of the room in the image, rather than the emptiness she saw.
      Thanks for asking. This will help with future FF attempts.

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  1. Cool, I wish play something. I actually really wanted to play piano. I wish I could belt out a tune for someone. It’s a gift to play music. Really intricate story, Melanie. Nice take.

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  2. Dear Melanie, Good story and reminiscing about music is so memorable! Love your story! My father could play the piano by ear and had never touched a piano until we had one. It was awesome how he played – and wonderful. Thanks! Nan 🙂

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    • I am always in awe of those who can play by ear. It’s just so amazing to watch. That’s so great you got to have that in your father. Such a touching story. Thank you for sharing.

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    • No, not weird at all. You’re not completely misinterpreting them. You’re quite right on, in fact. Thank you. In several there is a ghost of the past that has been ignored rather than confronted.

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