A short story…

for The Sunday Whirl.


It’s been a couple of years since I last visited the Whirl, so I thought I’d pop back to find out what’s going on!




zzzzMaestro Mike invited me to his place the other night.  He said to bring my friend Rosey.  He’s more into Mozart than Meatloaf.  At uni, he got a first in what Rosey calls ‘musicing’!

Mike’s treasured possession is a magnificent Steinway piano.  After a drop of fine wine and some very fancy nibbles we suggested he play something, or as Rosey put it, ‘let’s watch ya bash out a tune on the ‘ole Joanna’!

Mike entertained us with a rousing rendition of someone or other’s piano concerto. Apparently, it was in A minor, but Rosey whispered it sounded B flat!

Once over, Mike rose from the stool and bowed. Rosey shot across the room; she couldn’t wait to take his place! Mike begged her to be gentle with his beloved instrument.  She only knows one tune, Chopsticks.  She’s as bad at playing it as he is eating with them.  Only the other night she accidentally poked one up her nose in at the Poo Ping Chinese eatery. 

Thankfully, Rosey’s concert was interrupted when Mike’s phone rang. Saved by the cell! Apparently, it was good news about a deal he was negotiating so he suggested we open a bottle of bubbly.

Having lost count of the glasses we’d emptied, driving was a no-no so Mike said one of us could have the spare room for the night, and the other could sleep on the sofa.  I tossed a coin, said ‘heads I win tails you lose’ and duly got the bedroom!

About 4.30 in the morning I heard Rosey scream. In the semi-darkness I stumbled downstairs to find her in a bit of a state, bedsheets held before her face.  Apparently, she woke up, and in the gloom saw a shiny black monster, its gaping mouth baring an alarming set of gappy teeth. 

When I switched on the light she peeped out and realised it was Mike’s piano!




This week’s words at The Sunday Whirl are found, cell, sheets, watch, held, news, wait, bring, shot, state, count, and deal.

14 thoughts on “A short story…

  1. Christine Goodnough Aug 11, 2019 / 14:23

    Well told — but poor Rosey. At least she didn’t try to bash “the monster” over the head with a lamp.
    There was a time in my life when I could play “Chopsticks” too, but have never attempted to eat with them. My Scottish ancestors would have turned over in their graves at that!


      • Christine Goodnough Aug 11, 2019 / 15:05

        I’ve found that placing the bowl to my lips, tipping the bowl and pouring the soup into my open mouth works really well. Especially when the soup is chicken made with those tiny noodles. 🙂

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      • Keith's Ramblings Aug 11, 2019 / 16:24

        Thanks so much for your advice – I’ll employ it next time I visit the Poo Ping!

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  2. DB McNicol Aug 11, 2019 / 21:21

    LOL! Great piece….I’m so far behind in reading my favorite blogs, picking & choosing the ones I want to read today. Been swamped working on two novellas, major book promotions, starting an author newsletter & getting subscribers (using two different freebie books), and keeping three blogs updated (sort of). LOL!

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    • Keith's Ramblings Aug 12, 2019 / 08:48

      My goodness, you really are up to your eyes in it! Rather you than me Donna! Thanks for finding time to drop by.

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  3. messymimi's meanderings Aug 11, 2019 / 22:26

    Poor Rosey, that was a mean trick with the coin toss and i hope it duly scared you to have to run to her rescue! (Joking, of course, it’s a great, fun story.)

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