One more sleep…
Genre – Fiction
Word Count: 100
The Lost Chord
Hugo loved music, but whenever he sang people ran covering their ears. He played several musical instruments reasonably badly, only the piano had escaped his attentions. The Outdoor Piano Festival would change all that.
For months he cycled over to see Aunt Matilda and hammered out his versions of the classics on her yellowing ivories.
On the day of the Festival, Hugo was eager. Clutching his music he mounted the steps and played his piece to a stunned audience. He heard someone mutter ‘unbelievable’ and ‘he lost a chord.’
Pleasure turned to embarrassment as he dived to retrieve it.
I wrote this a while ago for a prompt I missed; it has been dusted off and suitably amended. May I take this opportunity to wish my fellow Friday Fictioneers and all my friends and followers a Happy Holiday, however you celebrate it, and a healthy and prosperous 2015.
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