Three line tales: Finale

Here is the photo for this week’s prompt. Sonya’s challenge to write a three-line story based on the image.

Photo ©Jesse Orrico


All night the old piano had played ceaselessly, but now, it was mercifully silent.

With trepidation I approached the beast, the keys still but the air vibrating angrily.

No music, only my diary open at today’s date and a scrawled word in an unknown hand—Finished.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

24 thoughts on “Three line tales: Finale”

  1. Love the mood you set, Jane. “The air vibrating angrily” and a message from an unknown hand. I also took piano lessons between 7-11 years old. My first teacher was very kind and I loved it. My second one use to hit my knuckles with a pencil whenever I made a mistake and I begged my parents to quit. Haven’t played since.

    1. Mine was the same time scale, but the same teacher. He hated children, and hated teaching anyone who wasn’t London School of Music material. I played afterwards, just to spite him.

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