‘Old piano’s always struggle to hold their tune,’ her Grandmother said, plunking away at the keys with twisted fingers. ‘They’re like people. It doesn’t matter how many times you practice, age always takes a little something from you in the end.’She hit a sharp and flinched. ‘Your Grandfather was always the better player. He could tinkle those keys like they were made from his own fingers, and your mother, well she was just like him. Gifted is the word. Utterly gifted.’The notes fall flat and she stops. ‘Some days all I can hear is that music. Drifting, always drifting away.’
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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Sweet both granny and the story.
Thank you. 🙂
I’m assuming the typos were intentional, but I’m not really understanding why. Whatever, I can agree with the grandmother’s sentiments.
Typos were not intentional. I really need to proof more.
Been there, done that. Not to worry.
Love how music can simply come natural to some – I could never master the piano.
Neither could I, my sister was pretty good but as with everything it takes so much dedicated to become a master.
Painful and sad memories for the grandmother, beautifully woven into the music.
Beautiful, the words float so poeticaly.
Thank you, I’m glad to hear that they do.