Each discordant note briefly hangs in the air before falling to shatter on the ground. Shards of sharps and semi-quavers shred the Maestro’s bare feet as his soul continues its endless march around the accursed harpsichord. Eternally bound by the shackles of his sins, the miscarried melodies and tainted tunes saw through his incorporeal existence, spirit broken and broken again by every butchered ballad.
“Forgive me,” the Maestro cries out. “It is too much to bear!”
“Well done Elizabeth,” says the music teacher, the only response the Maestro ever hears. “Now try ‘Greensleeves’.”
Damnation begins anew; in the wrong key.
Genre: Theoretical Theology
Word count: 100
Been slowly getting back into the blogging – mostly book reviews at the moment, but I think I’m going to try to get back into longer form writing. Maybe try that novel idea again, maybe try to resurrect one of my short stories that have foundered.
What are you doing on your blog in the new year? Drop me a comment and let me know!