Friday Fiction – Millicent Plays The Cello

It’s Friday (or twenty-five to Friday anyway) which means it’s time for Friday Fictioneers!

For those who don’t know, this is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle!

Here’s the picture:

Copyright-Roger Cohen

Copyright-Roger Cohen

And here’s my tiny tale (I have a feeling the picture is of a pair of double basses but for my purposes, they’re cellos). Be warned, this one’s a bit odd – it might even be too odd. I’ll be interested to see what you think.

Millicent Plays The Cello

The arrival of the cello coincided with the music teacher’s mysterious departure. Milly was thrilled. She hated her music teacher, a creepy old pervert who leered at her and whispered “Milli-scent,” breathing in deeply through his nose. In composition class, the girls chalked the corners of their desks, felt him lean in beside them and breathe on their necks, then giggled at his chalky groin.

Milly was alone in the classroom. As her legs stretched wide to accommodate the cello, she swore she heard a gasp, but dismissed it. She brushed the chalk from her skirt and began to play.

(100 words)



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60 thoughts on “Friday Fiction – Millicent Plays The Cello

    • Yes, that’s it! He is the cello – I’m so pleased you got this. If I’d had 200 words I could have made it more obvious. Thanks so much for commenting!

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      • I didn’t get that he was the cello until second time around after reading the comment as I’m a bit of a thickie, but on first reading I could see him leering at her (and other things) from a cupboard nearby. Now I feel even worse. He’s the cello. HE’S THE CELLO!

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    • Thanks Jackie. I was going to do something about cellos smooching in a cupboard but this idea just came to me and I had to write it. What does that say about my mind that I come up with things like this?!

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  1. Thanks for the kind and generous words on my story. Very kind. Glad you enjoyed it. Didn’t think your story was odd. Very creative and great, twistied, lech of a character you created. As tastefully as I can say this, I think that cello is right where that creepy old pervert wants it. You have a wicked imagination. Ron

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    • Thanks Ron. I meant every word – I was blown away by your story. (Just realised I’m not even following you – have rectified it now! Looking forward to reading more 🙂 ) And I agree about the cello – if I’d had a few more words I would have drawn the ‘legs’ part out a bit – so we’ve all been spared my twisted imagination by the constraints of 100 words!

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  2. OMG – very original, very erotic. You’re not EL James masquerading as EL Appleby are you? No, too good for that. That “milli-scent” bit was so pervily erotic. Really good.

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    • Yuk! Definitely not EL James – I promise! Thank you so much for your comments – glad you liked (if that’s the right word) the ‘Mili-scent’ bit!

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    • Thank you. This could easily be a 500 word story – I was going to try to have him practicing the Black Arts or something but I just couldn’t fit it all in. 100 words is hard!

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  3. Such a good idea for a story, and beautifully crafted. You mentioned in an earlier reply that you were worried it was too subtle – but I don’t think so at all. Lovely, lovely writing.

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  4. Great story. The cello has been described as the closest sounding instrument to the male human voice. Your story proves the comparison goes deeper than this. : )

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    • thanks brudberg – I was going to do something on two cellos having a cuddle in a cupboard but then this idea came to me (God knows where from) and the rest is blog history! Glad you enjoyed it but sorry if I’ve ruined cello players for you!

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