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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.

Violins

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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Linda Parkinson-Hardman

Social Entrepreneur and Founder of the Hysterectomy Association; Social Media Strategist at Internet Mentor; Speaker; Writer and Author of Eight Books; Blogger at http://womanontheedgeofreality.com and all round diva. Phew what a lot for a Thursday afternoon :-)

You can find out more about me (and perhaps connect) at http://www.linkedin.com/in/lindaph

This Post Has 59 Comments

  1. Methinks this is music of another nature. Welcome back, Linda.
    Oh, by the way, while there’ve been those who’ve called me Wise-off, there’s no “e” in Wisoff. πŸ˜‰

      1. I will have to test it out. I was in on it very very early, but must admit I haven’t updated my profile for 5 years.

      2. i wish I could be a writer. Will it only be an e-book? let me know the full title and I will ask the local library to order it if you go hard copy.

      3. So when is a blogger not a writer? Especially with some of the interesting and thought provoking stuff you put out Bill πŸ˜‰ There will be a paperback version, as there is with the 2nd Edition and I’m hoping the Kindle version will be ready sometime very soon indeed … I can always hope anyway :-))

      4. the thought of writing something that could be worthy of pay is a daunting one. You have more spirit than I.

  2. So beautifuly true. You just reminded me of my high school band room. And yet, I don’t think our music direct was being a bad boy. LOL. Very fun twist.

  3. 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.

    1. Why that’s a lovely comment and high praise indeed – thank you so much you’ve just made my day πŸ™‚ I shall be along to everyone else later today and will read yours with new eyes and understanding πŸ™‚

      1. It takes time to read all the stories, doesn’t it? But it’s a worth-while experience, although one that threatens to take too much of my “necessary” work time. πŸ™‚

      2. 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™‚

  4. Ah, you must have mellowed during your absence, as she didn’t bump him off! Lovely to see you back in the group, and a fun story to come back with.

  5. 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™‚

  6. Welcome back, Linda. You came back strong. I loved how you moved this story from the awkward, reluctant class to the more provocative joining of two eager participants. Well done!

  7. Reminds me of elementary school music class (a couple weeks on each instrument, not enough time to make music, just horrible noises 8^). Nice one.

  8. It’s great to have you back, Linda. That last paragraph made knees go limp when I thought of of them reaching a cresendo in perfect harmony. πŸ™‚

  9. 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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