Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Dave Stewart
The Last Waltz
A retired musician sat in each seat. However circuitous their paths had been to this point, they knew they were lucky to be there. Leaving professional tensions behind years ago, all they brought with them now was the magic of their music, and they brought it all with each performance.
As the last rays of the sun faded, the first notes of their favorite piece, The Blue Danube, rang out. Stars emerged as if on cue. The musicians brought forth the enchantment as envisioned by Johann Strauss, each playing with loving tenderness, never knowing which waltz would be their last.
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It's a long story ... 
Another winner! With feeling.
That was wonderful.
Dear Tresha,
We should live each day like that. Wonderful story.
Aloha,
Doug
A good plan for us all.
Nice write !!!
Well done, Tresha. This was a warm, gentle, enjoyable tale. 🙂 — Suzanne
Dear Tresha,
A good example of living every moment as if it were your last. Well played. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Poignant. Lovely backdrop, with the fading sunlight and stars, and I really like the idea of a band of retired musos playing on until their last waltz.
Thank you! I can almost hear the music . . .