FFfAW– Music Made of Fire

Posted: March 1, 2016 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction, Uncategorized
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The moment Susan heard the man in the dark shades play, she knew was the best guitarist that had ever lived. Each string seemed to come alive as his gloved fingers brushed across it. Everyone else in the crowded bar seemed to become nothing more than wallpaper. Their loud, drunken conversations faded away, as though the volume had been turned down to almost nothing.

It was as if it was just him, her, and the music. It called to her, begged her to draw near. She did, her feet moving without command. Like a puppet on a string, she was pulled in.

Then she saw the fire – orange-red, sun-bright, summer-warm. It burnt in the reflections on the guitar and in the dark glasses that hid the man’s eyes. It was like wildfire.

As he smiled, she knew that it would burn her and that she couldn’t break away.


This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and pixabay.com for the photo prompt.

 

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Comments
  1. I love how the room becomes just about them and how. “the fire,- orange, red, sun-bright, summer-warm. It burnt in the reflections on the guitar and in the dark glasses that hid the man’s eyes.” …”she knew it would burn her and that she couldn’t break away.” Awesome story!! Love it!

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  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Great take. He pulls her until it’s only them, she is attracted to his wild fire.

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  3. Joy Pixley says:

    What a temptation! I get the feeling he’s done this before, sneaky devil… 😉

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  4. samratkel says:

    Very alluring!!

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  5. rogershipp says:

    One with the music… Great story!

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  6. I think Susan is about to lose her heart to the heat..

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