“Dust collectors!” she lamented.
Perhaps it was time to post them on eBay or have that yard sale; sell them to the highest bidder. But she couldn’t bring herself to part with them. They were as much a part of her as her graying hair and fading voice. Those instruments helped her remember when.
Occasionally she’d strap a guitar over her tired shoulders and strike a chord or two with tender fingers that had long lost their callouses. It brought her joy, and a tinge of sadness.
“Once a minstrel, always,” she smiled, “with a few lyrics yet to write.”
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge inspired by the photo above by Rochelle. A bit of a true story…
This photo by yours truly.
like mercury colliding... 
June 28th, 2018 at 8:56 am
Ooo, I couldn’t part with any of those!
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June 28th, 2018 at 8:58 am
I know, right?! 😊
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June 28th, 2018 at 1:54 pm
If she’s anything like me, then five minutes later it will go right back to catching dust.
Mine’s at http://www.aliceaudrey.com/?p=16061
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June 28th, 2018 at 2:06 pm
Yep… you got it! 🤣🤣🤣
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June 29th, 2018 at 8:16 am
Time to write her Swan Song perhaps.
Click to read my FriFic tale
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June 29th, 2018 at 8:24 am
Not yet…😉
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June 29th, 2018 at 10:47 am
Nice collection of instruments! Can you play them all?
I like line, “tender fingers, that had long lost their callouses. Made me wince!
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June 29th, 2018 at 11:42 am
I play guitar. My partner plays everything but the double reeds as she says. Her newest passion is steel drums! Haha!
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June 29th, 2018 at 3:27 pm
Ah, even our music is affected by our aging process. Sad.
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June 29th, 2018 at 4:27 pm
It’s true…❤️
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June 30th, 2018 at 2:44 am
I think she’ll never give up on her instruments and she shouldn’t, some things we collect upon the way are sacred
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June 30th, 2018 at 4:07 am
How right you are!
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June 30th, 2018 at 5:39 am
Don’t think they’ll leave the house before her. Lovely tale.
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June 30th, 2018 at 6:56 am
I believe you are right about that Anurag. ❤️
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June 30th, 2018 at 6:48 pm
A lovely tale. Got a real sense of the character & am rooting for her in whatever direction she takes. 🙂
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June 30th, 2018 at 8:52 pm
Thank you Lisa. 😊
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July 2nd, 2018 at 7:23 am
Lovely story tinged with sadness. I can so relate – it’s impossible to throw things away that have so much sentimental value, even if they have become dust collectors!
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July 2nd, 2018 at 7:37 pm
Thank you Ellie. We are certainly a sentimental race, we humans, memories attached to things that are hard to part with. ❤️
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July 2nd, 2018 at 5:49 pm
it ain’t over till it’s over.
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July 2nd, 2018 at 6:44 pm
That’s exactly right! 😊
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July 3rd, 2018 at 2:10 pm
I love the optimistic anticipation of more lyrics. They will come. They always do.
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July 3rd, 2018 at 2:52 pm
Yes they do! 😊
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