I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please ). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
My fingers nudged the door open; it was the last one standing. The battered room creaked in agony and groaned beneath my heavy footing. Despite the noise outside I felt alone. The silence of the room obliterated my senses. I could only see what was before me. Only a withered piano stood. Unable to resist I lunged towards it. My fingertips hesitated a centimeter above the keys. The image of my wife burned my mind, her delicate hands, her musical talent. I wasn’t sure if the piano would wheeze out the melodies within my mind or collapse beneath my hands. I couldn’t risk it collapsing, I needed to hold on to her. The sweet, melancholic tune flooded the barren room, my scorched mind. It was her playing, I could hear it. I closed my eyes for a moment – the door was suddenly kicked. “Soldier, let’s keep moving.”
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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