This post was created in response to Rochelle’s post: Friday Fictioneers.
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Copyright- Bjorn Rudberg
Opa waved me over from his seat at the edge of the dining room.
I rolled my eyes as I swallowed the last of my cognac to steel myself for the ordeal.
He handed me the guitar as I sat down beside him. He took up his mandolin.
“Play.” He croaked.
I began in E. I think he thought it was G. Our mismatched keys were echoed by cheers of patrons, throughout the bar, who had known his musicianship.
He was gone the next morning and for months after I couldn’t bear the sound of beautiful music.
Lillie-Put 
“You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.” I think if, during the times a loved one does something annoying, we would imagine how we felt if they were gone, perhaps we might smile, shrug and let more things go by. Good one, Joseph.
janet
Thanks Janet. It is true. We only recognize the importance of those significant moments when they have passed into eternity.
You make me feel like crying.
I am glad this piece touched you.
Dear Joseph, Your story is wonderful and so scenic in my mind. I love how the way I can almost here the music and the cheers from the crowd! E and G make a nice combination of melody. Good job and well written! Nan 🙂
Thanks Nan! I am so glad you stopped by.
Your narrator goes through so many emotions – all well expressed. The sense of loss at the end is very strong.
Thanks Sarah Ann! I am so glad you stopped by!
Dear Joseph,
I don’t know a lot about music, but I do know something about regrets. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle
Lovely story about having patience, even when the other person is in the wrong. In this case it worked out well and there were no regrets when the old person died. 🙂 Well written. I could see the scene. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by!
I think he thought it was G – this line tells so much. At least he steadied himself for having to play with Grandpa. Hopefully the music will return.
There are those moments in life we have to brace ourselves for. We can see them coming and know there is no escaping them. Somehow it is these moments that live longest in the memory and become most important in helping us define who we are.
That’s a moment that will stay forever.. such a beautiful story.. of life and realities.. at least there was one play together (PS… it’s not a mandolin in the picture but a portuguese guitar…)
Thanks Bjorn and thanks for clarifying the instrument.
You’ve conjured up a beautiful little minor key story here. Well done.
Thank you and thanks for stopping by!
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