Fifty-seven words

Keith's Ramblings

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Languid and the limit, 57 words..

Today I’ve reworked and drastically reduced a piece I wrote four years ago! 

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amalia.regular (1)

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5116652-Vintage-alten-Klavier-und-Blatt-Papier-mit-der-Musik-in-Noten-Lizenzfreie-BilderGently stroking the score, a melody plays in his mind.

Once, these fingers danced upon ivory, now they barely grip a spoon.

He places the music on the piano, shuffles to his chair.

His languid eyes close. He imagines his audience, hears applause.

Tears trickle as his ten-year-old granddaughter plays the piece he composed sixty years ago.

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36 thoughts on “Fifty-seven words”

  4. hilarymb Dec 19, 2020 / 15:54

    Hi Keith – sad, but so often true … beautifully told though … take care – Hilary

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  10. jenne49 Dec 20, 2020 / 12:16

    A whole life in 57 words. Beautiful!

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    • Keith's Ramblings Dec 20, 2020 / 17:36

      Oh my goodness, I wasn’t expecting that reaction. Thanks so much Rochelle.

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  12. Ade-Oluwa Dec 20, 2020 / 13:59

    It’s a somewhat sad but gripping story, that ends with hope. That the old pianist has a granddaughter who his music legacy will live on through her.
    It teaches us that sometimes there are some things we are required to begin it’s foundation, on which our descendants will build on.
    And for that, we would always be remembered and applauded.

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      • Ade-Oluwa Dec 20, 2020 / 18:29

        If only… That’s what gave birth to the Cadburys and other century-old multinationals.

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  16. Bill Dec 30, 2020 / 16:17

    Very nice on many levels, Keith. So, you are not exclusively humor. Who knew?

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