Short stories featuring musical instruments and those who play them!
Sometimes whilst walking among the trees she saw him. They played hide and seek for a few moments then he was gone. Her friends said she imagined him, the sun playing games with its shadows they said. But she knew different.
He sat cross-legged on a tree stump, in one hand a piece of willow, in the other a shiny pocket knife. He chipped, smoothed, hollowed and whittled until the little wooden whistle was perfect; a token of his love for a fair maiden with a promise that whenever she blew a merry tune in the forest he would appear.
One day she dropped it as she bid him farewell. She saw neither her whistle nor him again
Each day she walks among the trees seeking the stump near which one passionate summer’s day she lost her little wooden whistle.
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