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She opened her eyes slowly. She could hear the soft rasp and
squeak of his bow on the violin from behind closed doors. She turned to
conference with the alarm clock on the bedside table. 6 AM. Saturday. Why was
he practicing this early? She pulled the covers over her head. He needed the
practice.
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Can't you just hear that violin screeching?
7 comments:
Yes, I can! Will this continue in another Flash Fiction 55?
I totally dig flash fiction 55's. Might have to work on my own. This one was cool. I sympathize with her ears!
eek,I'm covering my ears!
awwww..that must be such a earful. You know when I used to play the piano and have to practice, I always pray I will not be a nuisance to anyone...which is hard, you know. Great 55!
Mine is here
Have you a TRULY BLESSED SUNDAY and a WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!!!
hugs
shakira
Wow .....!!!!
This was fantastic for a first time
It was exactly what Flash Fiction should be.
Loved your daughters 'tardy' 55
Please have her play again
Have a Kick Ass Week
This is "The Oldest" Thank's for all of the lovely comments. To g-man, it was nice to break out my creative writing brain and play! I did a lot of creative writing as an undergraduate.
Cheers!
... I've lived through this. After two years, I told my daughter it wasn't her thing.
I never regretted it :)
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