2019 Writing Event Forgiving Duet

calypso

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In a long abandoned church, a single piano awaits.

A gentle melody rang across the old, dusty room. The notes were gently being coaxed from the old instrument, heavy and long as they floated through the evening sunlight. For a piano that hadn’t been tuned in ages, it played the few notes it sputtered out surprisingly well. Each one seemed longer than the last, dragging out a somber mood to fill the tiny attic. Every time the ancient keys were pressed, particles of dust formed and floated through the golden light that filtered the air. As for the woman playing…

Slender fingers glided across the white keys, each movement planned to perfection. A meticulous melody in the works, the small smile on her pale lips was indication enough of her pride in the piece. Still, something was missing from it all. Perhaps the melody was too slow? Her avoidance of rightmost side of the keyboard was obvious, but maybe some higher pitched notes would do the song good. Her blue eyes drifted across the keys for a moment, before the sharp pluck of a bowstring demanded her attention, a gentle cough sounding a moment after.

The pianist slowly turned on the old bench, a frown quick to replace the gentle smile that had been spreading over her cheeks. Behind her stood a man, a violin held to his puffed out chest. The nervous look on his face was as clear as the sky outside, but he didn’t waver under the intense gaze of the pianist. Even when she parted her lips to chastise him, a quick shush from him silenced her. Once he was certain she wasn’t planning to yell at him for the moment, the violin was silently tucked under his chin and the bow was raised against the strings.

When he began to play, the melody was a harsh contrast to the previous notes that filled the room. It was the same song, but something was different. Higher pitched and faster, it was a gentle invitation. Stepping closer to the old piano, the violinist continued his song with an open look to his eyes. A scoff sounded from the pianist, before she returned her fingers to the keys. However, this time around, she played with intensity. Joining him, the anger in her eyes was clear as their music mixed together. She was attempting to overpower his notes, her fingers slamming away into the old keys. Still, he played on next to her, the bow moving so fast across the strings, it threatened to snap.

As the pianist glanced to the side, the powerful melody from her suddenly stopped. The violin died out soon after, though he made sure to have the notes linger in the room for a moment more. His chest heaved with effort, as did hers. For what seemed like eternity, they simply stared at each other in the tiny attic of the church. Not a word was uttered, as there were none to be said.

After a minute or so, the pianist returned her gaze to the frosty white keys. One was slowly pressed down, followed by another. Though, something was different.

Her fingers had shifted to the right side of the piano, the melody slowly becoming less heavy as she continued to play. A delighted look overtook the features of the violinist, before he began to play once again with her. The tender melody slowly began to fill the room as the sun set outside, but the two musicians inside didn’t relent. Even as her fingers lifted away from the keys of the piano, the gentle tapping continued on. Even as he stepped away the violin and left it floating in the air, the hum of the bow against the strings harmonized with the piano.

Even as they danced with each other through the small room and slowly faded away, the song continued on throughout the night.

There are rumors of an old church up on the hill. If you listen closely enough once you’re inside, you can hear the melody of long forgotten lovers. And if you make amends like they did in that old church, then your love is sure to last.
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eee i wrote this late at night but i forgot to submit my last story for february so now i shan't forget
 

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