Friday Fictioneers-If Music be the Food of Love, Play On

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompt this week. I’ve been sinking my creative teeth into Friday Fictioneers and finding that I love the taste. The practice in discipline has been quite a learning experience. I figure if I can tell a story in 100 words, imagine what I could do with 100 pages. Or 500 pages. I’m getting closer to that 500 pages. Everyday…

I want you all to know that I’m working through some sadness in my life. I’m trying to keep the smile on my face, but it’s difficult. I know that my stories have been tearjerkers as of late. Hopefully, now that I know that the results of my surgery came back negative, I can enjoy a great 2013. Hugs, love and kisses to you all. On with the story.

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If music be the food of love, play on.-Shakespeare

She reaches for the cello in the closet. Wishes he was here to rehearse their duet. She seats herself and begins to play their haunting, melancholy composition. Her eyes close and she feels the music flow within her. The sadness begins to disperse from her heart. She doesn’t hear him enter the room. He silently picks up the other cello. Sitting across from her, he sees her somber yet serene face. Places the instrument between his legs and strokes the bow upon the strings… She opens her eyes, gives him a wistful grin. They let the music extend their apologies.

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64 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-If Music be the Food of Love, Play On

    • Thanks my dear on all accounts. I’m glad you loved it. I did too. So much I couldn’t wait till tomorrow to post it.

      I need some optimism in my life my dear. Haven’t had much lately.

      Kisses, Renee

    • Thanks for the sweet comment Maddie. I’m breathing a sigh of relief and pushing on. I hope it is my only speed bump to deal with for awhile.

      I appreciate your sweet words about my story. I surprise myself too. I don’t know where the words come from, but I don’t ever want them to stop.

      Love, Renee

    • Thank you and thank you Ron.

      I believe it’s true for all artists. We know how one another thinks and feels. I used to be a singer. I could sing pain with the best of them. Now I merely write it.

      Hugs, Renee

  1. The new hope you have in your life comes across in your words this week. I am glad things are looking up for you. Forgiveness found in a shared part of their heart….Lovely story.

    Tom

    • Tom I thank you for your sweet comments. I’m getting better every day.

      As for the story, that last line hit me in the heart. I used to be a singer. I remember feeling every word of a song as it poured out of my soul. No matter the emotion. I identified with both of my characters. The need to love and forgive. Sometimes sorry can be said without one word being exchanged.

      Love, Renee

    • Hi Ted. Thanks so much my dear. Life is getting better. I think. 🙂 I’m one of those that’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

      I really liked the last line too. I enjoy your comments and criticisms. xxx back at ya.

      Love, Renee

    • Thank you Rochelle my dear. I’m healing nicely. 🙂

      I thank you for the kind comment about the story. That last line, well, yeah I kinda liked it too.

      Hugs, Renee

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