The Piano Narrative by Eloise

Sorrow. That’s all I have, in my dreams. Some memories can be joyful, Sorrow. That’s all I have, in my dreams. Some memories can be joyful, bringing back flashbacks that are very dear to me; others can make my wrinkly checks, wrinklier, as those are the ones that haunt me.

All I have left of my beloved family is the ancient,oak piano, that I play every night. There’s a song as well,full of emotional keys and tunes, that bring grief and despair. She used to play it, my Elizabeth. The song reminds me of her, when she………

My lips tightened as her face weakened and softened. I calapsed with sadness, as Salty pear dropped tears fell on to my leathery cheeks. I held her lifeless hands in my crooked ones, and whispered,
“I’ll miss you.”

BOOM! CRASH! WHOOSH! Chaos is surrounding me, I’ve got my squads’ and my brothers’ trust all on me, as I’m the medic. THWACK!
“TAKE COVER.” The General’s shouting.
I head to the nearest wall, my brother follows. He’s looking at me for the signal. I nod my head. All that happens now feels like it happened in a split second. He jumped out head first FWSHH! SPLAT! I rush to his side. I trod through the puddle of blood surrounding him, my heart pounding loudly.
“Tell Mary I love her.” He whispered as I was applying the bandage. “Stop brother there is no need.”
“Don’t worry pal, your stories will live on and so will your valiant heart.” I stood up and saluted, he’s gone……

My heart is now weeping as I have remembered these sad times. My grandchild is here now, playing withs my tuxedo. Oh the wedding day, my song speeds up and I’m there……..

I’m standing here waiting for her, the ring in my sweaty palm. The orchestra starts the music and I know she’s coming. The gorgeous, waxed doors glided open and I was blinded by beauty. Her blonde hair full of curls fell over her shoulder. A clean, lace, peach dress Which clung to her shaped body and pearls which fell from her neck. She gracefully strolled up the isle and in a second was standing next to me. The priest said the vows and then we were man and wife, together forever… At least that’s what I thought.

2 thoughts on “The Piano Narrative by Eloise

  1. This story is very good. You’ve captured how the main character feels about these events.

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