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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#73

January 16, 2013

Aubrey beardsley

The notes from the piano hung on the summer’s evening air. Mother walked barefoot across the newly mown lawn in time to the melodious tune; that wafted from inside the the french windows where the breeze gently lifted the lace curtains. The cat turned from gazing at the crickets as they sung in the shade of the laden apple tree and yawned. 

Its a shame the reality didn’t match the dream. The woman turned from drawing the shabby old curtains, to put some more wood on the fire.  The girl tearfully at the piano struggled to find middle C and begin the scale for the umpteenth time.


4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 16, 2013 4:00 pm

    oh, so sad

  2. January 18, 2013 3:23 pm

    Dream and reality rarely match. But if there are dreams there is hope. Well done.

    • January 18, 2013 3:34 pm

      I am thinking that little girl will make it; maybe not as a concert pianist!

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