Star of the Silver Screen

Welcome to my contribution to Friday Fictioneers. Each week, about 100 writers from around the globe respond to a photo prompt with their 100-word stories. You are welcome to play along.

This week’s photo comes to us courtesy of Santoshwriter. It reminds me of a song from a well-known Disney movie, and in researching both the song and the movie, I began to think about the elderly people in our society who have so many experiences and so much wisdom to share. May we all learn to listen before it’s too late.

Copyright Santoshwriter

Copyright Santoshwriter

Star of the Silver Screen

“Drip, drip, drop, little April shower . . .” The familiar music fills my mind with memories. I try to smile. A stroke has left my face heavy, my speech slow, but in my mind, I can still see the room filled with easels, the two fawns, the hundred or so artists.

“Grandpa George helped draw Bambi.” My granddaughter has read my thoughts. The eyes of her three-year-old son grow bright. For a moment, I am admired.

I open my mouth. Only a whisper emerges. My age and infirmity frighten my great grandson the way that crashing thunder frightens Bambi.

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Follow the link for more details about the making of Bambi.

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The Strains of Love

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers for March 27 (We start on Wednesday each week, but there is still plenty of time for you to play along.). Our hostess, Rochelle, corals around 100 writers from around the globe as we respond to the weekly photo prompt with 100-word stories.

This week’s photo is provided by David Stewart, who is a regular with Friday Fictioneers and a pretty cool guy that all of you should follow if you haven’t already.

My story this week weighs in at 105 words, and I know all you fine folks will forgive me as it has been months since I went over the 100-word mark for my FF story.

Copyright David Stewart

Copyright David Stewart

The Strains of Love

Janelle and Pamela attended a municipal band performance on their third date. Janelle was a music lover. Pamela was a musician. They married at the courthouse a year later, then celebrated with loved ones in a friend’s backyard. Pamela surprised Janelle with a string quartet that played as they danced.

Married life contained harmonious times and dissonant days. The two held each other close as Pamela’s eyesight faded. They navigated times of unemployment. Janelle started her own business. On their 25th anniversary, Pamela prepared another surprise. Although Janelle could no longer hear the music, they danced together while a woodwind quintet played from the gazebo.

The Band Plays On

This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for October 10. The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create.

This week’s photo is courtesy of our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My story this week weighs in at 99 words.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Band Plays On

Teri took a deep breath and opened the door. Light from the windows illuminated her son’s music room. Layers of dust shrouding recording equipment served as a grave reminder. She would never again shout for him to turn it down. Today, all she wanted was an opportunity to hear “that noise” once more.

“Honey.” Teri jumped at the sound of her husband’s voice. “You okay?”

Teri nodded as he wrapped his arms around her. “I saw his two friends at Best Buy yesterday. They’re working on a new recording. I think they need this stuff more than we do.”