The Practice Room


PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

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The Practice Room (97 words)

Rachel entered the practice room, her eyes scanning for Anton. Oddly he wasn’t in first chair yet.

Anton, her love, her raison d’etre.

Rachel dreamed of a parallel universe where she was not shy, sad, or socially inept but Anton would still be the clown, life embodied, ridiculously cute, and kind. But there he might be in love with her, too.

Removing her viola from its case, Rachel glanced around. She noticed tears, tissues, even amongst the men. Sniffles rose in stereo. Her heart stilled.

“He left a note. He was so unhappy.”

“Poor Anton. Who knew?”



S. Darlington

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