Friday Fictioneers: Dying Notes

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart

Dying Notes

Angelique sat atop the gazebo, her fingertips grazing the coarse shingles and her sneakers pressing hard against the roof. Music blared from below. She glanced at the others, each one looking as uneasy as she felt.

Claire scooted closer to allow a black-haired boy to land. “What took you so long?”

The boy shifted on his bottom. “Got held up elsewhere.”

Angelique frowned. “Why so many of us?”

“You’re all needed.” Claire nodded at the road.

A semi-truck swerved toward them, jumping the curb without slowing. At the moment of impact, Angelique flew into the chaos, her heart bursting with the dying notes of a clarinet.

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10 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Dying Notes

  1. Dear Lisa,

    I smiled with joy when I saw the first word of your story and they sat mesmerized as it unfolded to its powerful and elegant conclusion. I hope you can feel the emotion that is surging through me as I write this. There is just something very special about your Angelique stories and I love them so and feel as though I am in the presence of a master when you grace us with them.

    You made me happy that I have persisted in wading through all the stories thus far. Thank you.

    Bloody marvelous.



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