Friday Flash Fiction


Picture courtesy of John Nixon

I am most curious about the windup shadow on the right hand side, but couldn’t make it fit into my story.  Mine seems a little bleak this week, but decided to go with that rather than the more obvious funny slant. Go figure.

Word Count: 100

Ragtime Blues

Shadows fell across the stage; it was the golden hour film crews live for.  Watching the light fade, John knew his life had taken a turn for the absurd.

As a child, he dreamed of fame as a classical pianist.  His music would make people weep, his performances sublime.  Instead, he was a joke – a player in a group of kid’s performers; his dream dying a little more with each song.

Upside down now within the piano, tears ran to his hairline, his knees pounding out the old Ragtime Blues. Dreams, like the golden hour, slip away all too soon.

Please check out the links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers, which can be found here.

© Erin Leary

26 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. Nice story, Erin.
    Since you and Joe ask…
    The performer in the piano was a clockwork boy. Prior to diving into the piano he walked about the stage with a big key in his back and needed winding up from time to time. The shadow of the key is proof that the piano is actually a fake prop with no top, so the sun shining through casts the shadow of the key on the back flat.
    There, you see, with an explanation all the mystery drains away. (Or does it?)

  2. Lovely and sad, darling. Reminded me of a line from Langston Hughes: “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”

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