Friday Fiction: Together In Perfect Harmony

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Copyright -John Nixon

Copyright -John Nixon

Together In Perfect Harmony

Margot was one of those irritating people who think they know what you’re going to say before you say it. So when her son, Harold, said he had an important announcement, she already had all the answers.

‘The thing is, Mother, I’ve -,’

‘-met someone! Oh clever you!’

‘Well, yes, but it’s not that straightforward. I’m -,’

‘-gay? Wonderful! Miranda will be positively green with envy!’

‘No, Mother, not gay. I’m in love with my piano -,’

‘-teacher?’

‘No, my piano. We’re seeing each … Mother?.’

Margot swooned.

Harold caressed his beloved’s ivories, ‘Best not mention the baby yet, sweetheart.’

(100 words)

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For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers 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! Check out the link below to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.

This week’s photo is courtesy of John Nixon. Pop over to his place for fabulous drawings and stories.

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59 thoughts on “Friday Fiction: Together In Perfect Harmony

  1. You gotta love somebody who loves their music…instrument. I guess I can see from the pic how the baby was made. Yikers. Wouldn’t that be painful? Lovely story. I got a great laugh out of it.

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  2. Very funny and original, and I’ve heard there are such people. Some of them are also gay and only go for inanimate objects whose gender in French is the same as theirs!

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  3. Made me feel guilty that I too often interrupt when I’m excited. Very funny, quirky and enjoyable, as usual. Thanks!

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  4. Who’s having the baby, the guy or the piano? I wish them a musical future! Guffawed out loud so well done.

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  6. I always get so excited to reach your submission for the week, and you once again did not disappoint! Also, I had no idea that you knew my mom…

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  7. Oh I’ve known ‘moms’ like that! But a baby? What’s it going to be an accordian? haha! Great as usual El…..Your dialogue is spot on.

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  8. Oooooooh! You have gone overboard with a GREAT story!
    Of course, if the photo prompt is any indication … I think he’s doing it wrong. 😀 Wonderful stuff, EL!!!!

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  9. LOL. Wonderful voice from Margot – ‘Miranda will be positively green with envy!’ – I dunno. What some mother’s wish for! Please can we see the baby photos?

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  10. Dear EL,

    There was once a Twilight Zone episode where a computer fell in love with a man. One of their most memorable. As for your story. You must be certifiable. Please don’t ever seek help. I’m just glad I wasn’t drinking my coffee while reading.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  11. Honestly, what a hoot you Friday Fictioneers are. And, don’t we all know some irritating someone who either anticipates what we have to say or wants to top our statements with more fabulous statements of their own. Great story.

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  12. Laughed out loud. I’m imagining a small electronic keyboard as Jr. Though I may not be the only one…
    I’m trying to catch up on reading…so I’ve passed by the other comments…
    Cheers and thanks for your visits.

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