PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
I use to be grand once. Shiny and reflective. Played for people on stage. A real pride and joy. Professionals commented on my notes, a breeze to hummer out the classics. Hours musicians would sit next to me on my companion friend, Stool. He’s long gone. Years flew by and we were passed on to a family. Reduced to the Chopsticks. Glory over and hello dust. The kids grew up, with no purpose or value, the woman of the house decided to “up-cycle” me. Here I am rotting outside the family business, a talking piece. Just kill me already, my tune dead.
Distincly minalistic. That’s the smallest flash I’ve ever seen
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Thanks for that, WordPress deleted words! On it now.
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Well that was like going to and art gallery and calling a blank canvas art lol
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Aw!! I feel so bad for him… Poor little piano….
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I know… He wants to go to piano heaven where he will be grand and restored…
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Ouch, the indignity!
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A slow and terrible decline. 😦
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Much like old age!
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I originally thought of something along these lines. Liked your take.
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Thanks!
Pretty morbid but is a metaphor for life.
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Ah, sad story. Good take on the photo prompt.
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Thanks Susan!
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Dear Tanille,
He and a grand sad story to tell and you told it well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle
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So very sad. How are the mighty fallen.
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The cycle of life and death.
Thanks Sandra
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This was a sad piece! Well written! 🙂
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Thanks.
It leaves a hollow feeling.
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Alas, so is the fate of too many musical instruments, purchased with such hopes and dreams, but over the years forgotten and allowed to decay. Maybe there’s a heaven for old, neglected instruments. I hope so 🙂
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Even heaven needs musical instruments for the passed 😀.
It’s a shame society isn’t good distributing used equipment to is still in working order. I’m sure poor people around the globe would appreciate items.
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Yes, and that has happened in my life. Someone who was getting a new piano gave us their old upright. I thought of it as my Christmas present all year ’round 🙂
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Meant to be. Love these little moments in life. They can end up meaning so much.
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Old age can be a torture some times.
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Memories can be bitter sweet!
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A great piece with deep meaning! Thank you for this!
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Thanks Dorothy 😀
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Your last line is poignant; the piano’s tune is dead.
I have a grand piano which is nearly ninety years old, and which was once played by all sorts of virtuosi. It’s only a family piano now, but at least it’s tuned and has people who love it playing it.
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What a great gift to pass on to the next generation! Often older objects were made better, built to last.
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‘Tis a sad thing indeed. All things eventually die.
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Perhaps returning to the “earth” (becoming a flower bed) isn’t so horrible in the grand scheme of life?
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Not so horrible at all…
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Love the double entendre of the first line. What is a musical instrument, robbed its function and its dignity?
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Bingo. That was my first thought when I saw the picture (as cool as I think the recycling is).
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Oh, the indignity. Nice take on the prompt.
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Thanks Jo. You got it!
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So much said in so few words. A brilliant metaphor all the way.
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Thanks Jade. It’s a challenge to stay within the 100 word range.
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Yes it is!
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That’a a downward spiral if there ever was one. Bravo.
(No mention of Metronome? It was a love triangle, after all.
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I am so musically deprived I had to look up what a “metronome” is lol. I remember those things from observing a friend play…
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So sad. and well told. Pld age brings a lot of indignity with it, for all of us.
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It’s a shame that society doesn’t seem to be aware as a collective.
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What a sad decline! Very compact piece of writing! So well told.
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Thanks Esha!
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I love the idea of telling the story through the piano’s eyes. Great write.
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Thanks Lisa. I don’t know how why my braIn went there lol
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