Short stories featuring musical instruments and those who play them!
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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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Keith's Ramblings 
Another tale of woe, this about a wandering wooden whistle. May she once again find her willow-carved whistle.
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She can only . Thanks Gail.
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Such a lovely story Keith. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.
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Exactly what I thought myself Sadje. Thanks so much.
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You’re always welcome my friend
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Wow, woeful & wonderful…
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Thank you Paula, that’s lovely.
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I love this fairy tale. Was the woodland Velvet Green by any chance?
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Another Jethro Tull classic. I’d like to think so!
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Awww, how sad for them both.
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It is. Cheers Mimi.
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Hi Keith – so sad … but a beautiful fairy tale … the way one should be written. Congratulations – Hilary
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Thanks for your kind words Hilary, they are much appreciated.
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Oh dear! Such a lovely, wistful tale! 🌷
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Thank you so much.
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Alas! That’s sad
….hope she finds the whistle soon
https://pagesfromjayashree.blogspot.com/2021/04/w-for-wand.html
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Hopefully so. Thank you.
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Poignant is the tune cupid plays.
This read like a fairy tale. Lovely.
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Indeed he does, thank you so much Arti.
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An enchanted fairy tale, complete with a cruel twist of fate at the end. Nicely done Keith.
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Thanks for your lovely comment Iain.
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I love the title. The tone is so great, sweet and sad.
Here is my letter W: https://writingiscommunication.wordpress.com/2021/04/27/w-wordsmith/
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So kind of you, many thanks.
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Bittersweet magic.
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I’m so pleased you found it so, thank you.
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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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What a lovely, enchanted tale! I do hope she finds the whistle again. ‘He’ might be kind and help her find it!
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