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11 Dec: Ink In Thirds 100 Words

In the Light of a Lamp

I’ll say right upfront that she didn’t kill herself.

Mum told the removal men where to place the piano; in the dining room against the south-facing wall, but when Dad came home he glared at the piano and walked past it like it was a naughty puppy who’d peed on the carpet. By week’s end, Dad demanded the piano be condemned to the basement because my sister’s practising the “Indian Drum Song” for 30-minutes twice daily was driving him insane.

She said she’d rather kill herself than sit down there in cold and dark practising. But she never did.

Written for Ink in Third “100 words Wednesday” (photo prompt above) 100 words sans title. Prose ©Misky 2006-2024.

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3 responses to “11 Dec: Ink In Thirds 100 Words”

  1. Spira avatar
    Spira

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    Misky

    It was just like that, N. In complete darkness except for a goose-neck lamp at the top of the upright grand piano. My 30-minutes first while my sister ate her oatmeal, and then it was her turn. She told me some years later, as an adult, that she was terrified sitting alone down there.

    I will say a heartfelt thank you behalf of every child who finds themselves suppressing fear for the price of music.

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    utahan15

    eye of the beholder

    half empty

    full of doubt

    and pity

    sins sagged low to the ground

    nothing is always as it may seem

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