The tourists stared in wonder

It’s been a while but here I am, writing again! And it feels good. This is my take on the photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ #FridayFictioneers photo prompt.

The tourists stared in wonder

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Everyday, it seemed, the music played. the locals thought it normal that a derelict piano could be played so beautifully; the tourists stared in wonder at the keys moving, even more so at the broken or missing keys, disbelieving that the music as a whole was coming from the incomplete piano.

There was a plaque subtly placed so as not to displace the magic, on the wall.

It read, “Here plays Stan, long-time musician and busker of this town.”

If you look carefully, at the end of the day, you can see the coins being counted, float through the air and poured into the charity tin of the local shop.

Once a busker, always a busker.


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The Time for What? ~ Flash fiction

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My accidental fiction has been rekindled… Before we go into the story, a quick run-down: – Frank and Louise are pregnant… with twins!  Louise is extremely excited but Frank is very uneasy about the whole ‘twin’ thing.  He was over the moon about the ‘baby’ but appears to be feeling resentment towards Louise’s twin baby bump… let’s catch up –  the ‘Footnote’ that inspired this instalment:

The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.

And the next instalment:

Frank found himself clock-watching with anticipation in a plush waiting area.  Louise wouldn’t tell him what they were waiting for and Frank wouldn’t stop asking questions.  Nor would Louise give any definitive answers.

On arrival, Frank had given the inside of the foyer a quick once-over.  To him, it looked like a slightly above average office block with a slightly above average looking reception area.  At least, he assumed it was a reception area.  It was difficult to tell without a receptionist manning ‘it’.  Being Sunday, there was no-one else around.  Just Frank, Louise and the ever-growing bump.

Louise’s phone had been beeping, announcing an incoming text randomly. By the look of excitement building on her face, it was clear to Frank that the time was getting close.

The time for what?

He was just relieved that they were spending some time together, and not surrounded by baby shop magazines or stockpiled nappies that were on offer.  Time with his wife was precious indeed.  It was certainly getting increasingly difficult to be intimate due to practicalities of bumps and also Louise’s lagging energy levels.  Not to mention Frank’s growing resentment interfering with his libido.  In fact, intimacies were very low on the agenda these days.

“Here she is!” came Louise’s voice, breaking into Frank’s thoughts.

‘She’ entered the foyer with a broad smile that was slightly too corporate.

Offering a hand out to Louise she said, “Good morning, are you both ready for your 4D scan?”

Frank could have given several reasons for not being ‘ready’.  The cost of the scan for one.  With twins on the way, there were a whole host of other, more practical things to spend money on.

And they would be meeting the babies soon enough; why did Louise have to allow ‘their’ precious time together to be invaded by baby talk?  Again.

Purely for an easy life and to keep the peace, he gave a false smile that rivalled this woman’s.  The truth was, he was dreading the twins’ arrival.  He’d have been quite happy with one baby.  Louise was so wrapped up in the pregnancy that she didn’t seem to notice Frank’s mood swings.  And he couldn’t blame the hormones.  Not pregnancy ones in any case.

Any outsider could clearly see that Frank needed to open up to Louise about his feelings but would he?  Or would he continue to grimace for the remainder of the pregnancy journey… and most probably beyond?

…Find out as the story continues…

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 My ‘Accidental Flash Fiction’.  It’s not just a flash in the pen…

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A Spectator’s View pt 1~ Short story #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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A SPECTATOR’S VIEW part 1

John put his briefcase down, lit a cigarette and pulled out his mobile phone. It was time to seal a deal before the train came. He had dealt with George before so there would be no need for formalities. Taking a sip of the tasteless takeaway tea, he tapped on his phone to speed dial his client on hands-free.

George. John Barnes here. Morning to you. Have you had any other quotes for the refurbishment yet?”

Ah John, morning. Well yes, as it happens I have had a very competitive quote from a newly established company,” George replied. “All the employees have reputable backgrounds themselves and I have to say that I am very keen to speak to them again.” George knew that John would not like his answer.

I see. That’s all well and good George,” came the reply, “but perhaps you should ask yourself if you can trust a new company with no proven track record. By that I mean can you risk spending thousands of pounds of your company’s profit on a refurbished office that will need maintenance work sooner rather than later?” John asked his client with a feeling of self-assurance.

George was not in the mood for John’s manipulation this morning. He had a train to catch and was ready to sit down and read his newspaper before switching his laptop on. To this end he decided to play it cool with John.

Perhaps you should ask yourself if a new company manned by people with a vast knowledge and experience should be any less worthy of this contract than your lot who have been in the business for years and tend to have blinkers on?”

John could tell this was not going to be an easy deal to clinch. As he came back with his reply, George saw him standing at the end of the platform, all hunched over in the cold.

I understand what you’re saying George”, John stressed, rubbing his eyes with a clenched fist.

But do you really John?” George asked, interrupting calmly and firmly. “Can you honestly say that you think your deal would beat any other company’s worth its salt?”

John tensed up and rubbed his nose and said, “The quote I have given you is reflective of the materials and tools to be used.”

Liar”, thought George, “I bet you couldn’t look me in the eye and say that.”

With a pregnant pause John continued…

Read part 2 here…

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