Cecelia’s high clear voice reached him from the other room. She always sang when she had something on her mind. Every note was something she needed to say, but couldn’t. It was as if she wanted him to guess how she felt by the song she chose.
When they first met, he could see a light in her eyes. But Cecelia’s eyes looked darker these days. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him anymore. She just loved him differently. More friend, than lover. It was ending. He wish she’d just say it. He wish she’d stop singing and start talking.
This was written as a part of The 100 Word Song prompt over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The challenge is to write a 100 word story based on a song. This week’s song was “See a Little Light” by Bob Mould.
That's a good one! Great job. I enjoyed reading it. :)
ReplyDelete"He wish she’d stop singing and start talking" - love it!
ReplyDeleteSad state of affairs. I could sense the frustration
ReplyDeleteThe last line is perfect. Makes you wonder if she realizes how telling her singing is.
ReplyDeleteGreat last line....we took similar angle. Yours is so much better.
ReplyDeletethat last line was perfection!!
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Hard to leave a comment when you realize all you're going to say is what the previous ten people just said. :-)
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