FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 29, 2016

Week of 11-29 through 12-05-2016

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Thank you Louise, with The Storyteller’s Abode, for our photo prompt this week!

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She read the letter with sinking stomach, trying not to believe the words true. Sunlight streamed in as if nothing had changed, but it had. Her tea grew cold. Tears quivered on her eyelashes and she wiped them away. She would not cry. Not now. Not ever.

It was such a silly thing to cry. Tears felt good in the moment, but after one was left with an ache in their eyes as well as in their heart.

Her eyes wandered, touching the possessions she’d gathered over the years. Nothing was of particular value: trinkets he’d brought for her from far away places; her mother’s old tea set; the chairs they bought when first married. He was good to her. Not that he didn’t tease, but he loved her.

“Jacob, Mr March will be coming home today. Please prepare the parlor for his return. And ask Cook to prepare food for the mourners.”

Friday Fictioneers – 18 NOVEMBER 2016

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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

The instruments lay silent, truths quivering and fading, an unbearable loss. Angels spoke through his music they said and it was true. The collected strings and chords and notes made up his veins and blood and skin. He, a cavatina, and now allentando.

Any day they said, indelible sounds slipping away into the night. Deft fingers caressed smooth wood, music inside waiting to be freed. Others, he knew, would come to free it. Music was as it always had been.

Who would set him free?

 

Quote For The Day 10-23-2016

“War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.”
Jimmy Carter, The Nobel Peace Prize Lecture