Tatters | A 100 Word Story

#205 Story Scraps

The strings played a melodic tune, following the conductor’s stick in time to the music in front of her. It was a piece that took her entire life and the souls of her past lives to finish. 

Each page delicately woven and held together for this moment. A first and final performance all at once was nearly too much for her disheveled hair and strained arms to bear. But she never wavered from conducting the orchestra.

Now come the pianos, soft and slow. A marriage created over centuries of time and memory. The last page. A tattered and yellowing cadence.

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Story Scraps

Parts and pieces of spirituality, speculative fiction and most likely Star Wars.

By Eric A. Clayton

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