Shimmer
I once shimmered under the spot lights, whilst my mistress played for royalty, but now I have hit hard times. I wait in hope that someone will take pity on me and restore my gift and allow me again to offer beautiful music. Until then I will accept that people will smile at my predicament. For it is better to be a receptacle for worms and flowers than end up in landfill, or worse, be chipped and fed into a burner, to generate electricity for these new fangled electric organs.
Footnote: sorry about the delay in posting this week, I am rather busy at the moment. So I may not get chance to make many comments, hoewever I do look forward to reading this week’s offerings.
Dear Michael,
Those electronic keyboards can’t replace a grand piano, can they? Well imagined voice in this story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I was grateful to read your comment about the flow/voice. Thank you Rochelle
As long as one lives, there is hope. Once fed to oven as fire wood, it is only a one way traffic.
Thank you Abhijit for a thoughtful comment,
Ain’t that true of all of us? Better to be a receptacle for worms than end up in landfill
To true Neil to true.
The piano’s acceptance of his situation prevents your story from feeling melancholy. It’s perhaps a lesson to all of us of riper years…!
I had not thought about that angle. I appreciate your thoughtful comments. Thank you Penny
Clinging on grimly to hope. Aren’t we all?!
So true Iain, but not to grimly I hope.
I liked this, Michael (I think you meant accept rather than except)..
Hi Dale, So glad you liked this story. Thank you so much for the correction. It is a typical mistake of mine.
No worries… typos are so easily made!
Great story, Michael
Thank you Lynn
Great point of view and a wise, accepting piano. Useful to the end.
Thank you gah, we piano’s do try to be useful.
Wonderful take on the prompt, Michael. Clinging onto hope is our last straw.
Thank you so much for commenting Esha
Nicely done, Michael. Concise with a convincing voice.
I really appreciate this comment. Thank you Sandra
I read an article today about how “they” could train bots to write fiction. I was justifiably aghast. And then I thought, isn’t it the same thing “they” have been doing with music and paintings, even photography?
Really makes you think….
They may train them, but in time I think that humanity will come to realise the human touch is more worthwhile. I appreciate your support Dawn, thank you.
I love the voice of the piano, and its concerns about its future. Nicely done, Michael.
I love piano music and was sadden to see the piano in such a state, so the prompt photo worked for me, I was pleased you enjoyed the story, thank you granonine