Music to My Ears – Friday Fictioneers

I’ve been absent from Friday Fictioneers since October last year, but I realised I’d missed everyone and all the stories; I also found that I missed exercising my fiction muscles. So here we go. The usual rules apply, the copyright to the photo belongs to Roger Cohen and if you would like to tell me what you think about my story, comments are always appreciated. Finally, if you’d like to get involved, pop along to Rochelle Wisoff Fields website for all the details.


Music was the class I hated most; students cramped together into tiny rooms, making irreverent sounds with their feet and hands before finally, calming down enough to try a scrape across the violin strings.

There was no beauty in class, no symmetry or unity of purpose; just a common desire to get to the end of it.

And yet, it was music that gave me my deepest joy.

One on one in the music room, the master and I would move each others heartstrings in rapturous symphony; plucking, beating and bowing across compliant bodies, fit for nothing much else afterward.

(100 Words)


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59 thoughts on “Music to My Ears – Friday Fictioneers

  1. sustainabilitea says:

    Welcome back. You haven’t lost your writing skills, that’s for sure. Having taught high school (although not music), I think you did an excellent job of tapping into the psyche of the young as well as the deep reach of music.


      • Linda Parkinson-Hardman says:

        I think that’s probably why I wait until Saturday morning, so I feel that I can allow myself the time ‘off’ from work to really get to grips with the other stories. I am constantly amazed by the variety that are produced, and it reinforces that idea I have that no matter what I think, someone else will have a different perspective πŸ™‚


  2. JackieP says:

    oh I liked this. A little sneaky writing though. But a fun one. I am going to look forward to reading more of your writing. πŸ™‚


  3. rich says:

    my interpretation of the last line is that you and the master were so exhausted that you were fit for nothing else after. and even if that’s not what you meant – i’m sticking with it anyway! well done.


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