It’s Friday and you know what that means… Friday Fictioneer . Thank you to Rochelle for hosting this wonderful community. If you haven’t looked into Friday Fictioneers you should. It’s so much fun.
Last week I didn’t see we were suppose to add our genre..Sorry. I really don’t like to classify my FF. It gives me a little more freedom. I can’t see if we are suppose to do it this month. I’m going for mainstream this week.
Thanks to Roger Cohen for the photo and a bit of education.
An old withered hand turned the knob, and pulled open the door.
“Mama!” someone said down the hall.
Her eyes moved over the two cellos standing face to face. “Oh Jack. . . “ a hand with its fingers crooked with age reached to caress the magnificent instruments. “I’ll wait for you Jack. You know where to find me.”
“Mama,” the panicked voice echoed again.
“Mama,” A young woman sighed as she held out her hand. “Please don’t do that again,” her shoulders heaved.
“Oh, Mama, Papa died ten years ago.” She wiped the tears from Mama’s eyes.
PS** Do you guys remember the prompt from November 22, 2012? The bronze face and pointing hand? I got a lot of response about the story I wrote for that prompt. I took it out a bit farther. Waitingforaname.wordpress.com said she was really interested in reading it. I promised her I would put up what I wrote. SOOOO…..
If you are interested in reading more about it, come back on Saturday. 😀 Here is the link