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

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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