Thanks to the much-needed nudge by dear friend, Natasha Sinha, I’m back at FridayFictioneers after what seems like ages! For those new to #FF—it is a weekly challenge set by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a #100wordstory in response to a photo prompt.
It was before the war. The year, she turned fifteen.
She would often come by, to watch him play the piano. It didn’t matter if the keys were chipped, or if he was playing a Bösendorfer or a dusty spinet. To her, the music always flowed as smooth as honey.
She watched. He played. They never spoke. Then the war broke out, and he left for the front.
They never met again but she saved the letters he’d sent. Years later, she’d found his baby grand too—ravaged by war, broken just like her, where marigolds now bloom.
Linking this with #FridayFictioneers, where you will find an amazing bunch of bloggers bringing you a variety of narratives and storylines, inspired by the photo prompt.