Thankfully the rain has ceased, but now the bright, crisp, frosty mornings come as a shock to the system. Where did I put that de-icer? I know there’s a can here somewhere…
Many thanks to Rochelle for continuing to inspire us and, this week, thanks to her husband, Jan, for the photo prompt.
Word Count: 100
‘I want to learn the piano.’
‘You would like to learn the piano.’
‘Sorry. I’d like to learn the piano. Please?
‘We can only afford one lesson each week and your sister asked first.’
I remember that conversation so well, though it took place a lifetime ago. My sister was my mother’s favourite then, and could do no wrong.
I was a tomboy. I bit my nails, climbed trees, ran wild and played with the boys. Definitely not mother’s idea of a pianist.
The piano took some punishment for a few months, until my sister discovered the local ballet class.