Here is this weeks entry to the Friday Fictioneers challenge of writing a 100 word story prompted by a photo.
Photo prompt © G.L. MacMillan.
Memories
The dawn’s rays gleamed with a cold clear light through the collection of coloured glassware.
Somehow they seemed to shine with an incandescent lust for life and it was always a magic moment to contemplate them from the peace of the old boathouse.
He loved dressing hurriedly before the rest of the family and making his way here quietly without waking anyone.
His family complained that they were just collecting dust but he had kept the secret because when he tapped them in a particular order he could play their tune while reminiscing.
“Love you always darling.” He whispered. (99 words)
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So lovely, that last line is a killer.
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Nice descriptive piece.
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His family complained that they were just collecting dust
Great sentence.
Lovely story.
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Gentle tale, nicely done.
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Nice one.
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Delightful. What a great take on the prompt.
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I hope he’s able to share this with his someone special soon.
By the way, does “he” have a name?
Cheers!
MG
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That was a very gentle comment. If I could edit I would tell you his name but that would be cheating. I’ll certainly bear this in mind for future writes. Specially because it doesn’t even add to the word count. I listen and I learn.
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Dear Graham,
A sweet tale. Nicely ydone.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks. I really enjoy this weekly challenge and also discovering afterwards what everyone else has written. So all my thanks go to you!!
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I wonder who it is he loves that no one else knows about? And I hadn’t thought of playing the bottles – nice idea.
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Getting lovely and helpful comments is all a rich part of participating. Your site is also very helpful and your writing is an inspiration! Thanks:-)
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A love that never dies: I like it.
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Such a lovely story. Right up my alley!
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Mine do that too, collect dust, but I love them, just wish they’d sing for me. Great story!
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Very beautiful, powerful memories and the music adds a special touch.
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Lovely! I just loved it. 🙂
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What a lovely secret to have.
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What a lovely secret to have
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Very nostalgic story. Foolish family. 🙂
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What a great response to that photo. How many times have I seen people playing tunes on bottles? A tavern owner in Depot Bay, Oregon kept a row of whiskey bottles partially filled, and often played a tune for her customers with a mallet. Why didn’t I remember that?
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Thanks for your lovely comment 🙂
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Super flash fiction. Thank you for sharing.
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