A-Z Challenge Day 23

Short stories featuring musical instruments and those who play them!

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w1Sometimes 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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27 thoughts on “A-Z Challenge Day 23

  1. Gail M Baugniet Apr 27, 2021 / 00:24

    Another tale of woe, this about a wandering wooden whistle. May she once again find her willow-carved whistle.

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  2. Sadje Apr 27, 2021 / 00:36

    Such a lovely story Keith. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.

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  3. msjadeli Apr 27, 2021 / 01:54

    I love this fairy tale. Was the woodland Velvet Green by any chance?

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  4. hilarymb Apr 27, 2021 / 10:21

    Hi Keith – so sad … but a beautiful fairy tale … the way one should be written. Congratulations – Hilary

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  5. Arti Jain Apr 27, 2021 / 15:10

    Poignant is the tune cupid plays.
    This read like a fairy tale. Lovely.

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  6. ahtdoucette Apr 28, 2021 / 12:59

    What a spritely coming of age story. Brings me back to my youth, wandering in the woods, making up stories. Very nostalgic like that.

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  7. jenne49 Apr 28, 2021 / 20:18

    What a lovely, enchanted tale! I do hope she finds the whistle again. ‘He’ might be kind and help her find it!

    Like

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