Thursday, December 13, 2012

Bittersweet Coda


For over a decade, Marko and his cello seemed never to be seen one without the other; as if they shared a bond somehow more intimate than a musician to his instrument. When queried as to their inseparability, the virtuoso would only respond with an enigmatic smile. 

On the train that day Marko seemed locked in a heated conversation with, of all things, his cello. As the train pulled out, the case vanished only to appear beyond his reach on the uncrowded platform.

Below his frenzied shouts, a sad feminine voice spoke. “No more tours, my beloved. I am tired. I am going home.” 


This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction photo prompt.

4 comments:

  1. just love the word "enigmatic" - another great tale!

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  2. Neatly worked - symbolic title, the man's quiet obsessions, the wonderful twist at the end. Not what I expected for getting the cello case out of the train. Great entry!

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  3. Unusual take, which is always your wonderful expertise. Really enjoyed this Jeffrey!

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