First Chair: Fiction Friday

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

First Chair

Graziella opened the windows, her gnarled hands aching with the effort. Each morning her downstairs neighbor practiced the violin. Upstairs, Graziella listened as much with her heart as with her ears.

Sitting under the open window, she held her old violin and bow motionless in her lap. With eyes closed, she remembered the Vienna State Opera, just after the war. Life was hard, so very hard. Music helped them heal.

She could still hear the conductor’s tap tap tap. On cue, the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra began to play as one musical, magical creature, when hers was the First Chair Violin.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

14 thoughts on “First Chair: Fiction Friday

  1. Wonderful story. I love how the music is woven through the story as her guiding light. And now, even though she can’t play any longer, she can listen, and the music still helps.

  2. Only three years ago I had to give up cartwheels and handstands. Now I can’t even put my head upside down without disorienting vertigo. Looking up too sharply is going to be the next to go. Who knew how much this would cramp my style?!

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