Silence in the Music Hall

Posted: July 7, 2018 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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There was a time when the music hall was the place to be on a Friday night. Records spun; laughter rang; dancing shoes tapped; light glinted on sequined dresses. It seemed as if the nights would last forever, as if the dance could never stop.

But nothing lasts forever: not stone, not steel, and certainly not a dance. A dance is a fleeting thing, a patter of heart and feet.

A dance is movement and forever is so very still.

The records slowed; the laughter quieted; the dancing shoes grew fewer and fainter; the light glinted only on the tiled floor. The music hall lingered, clawing for life, but could not hold on.

By the time they shut the doors, it was bleeding money. A flurry of protests and indignation followed as citizens remembered for a moment that the music hall existed, then quieted down as they forgot again.

The building is empty now. There is no laughter, no dancing, no light. Cobwebs lace windows of broken glass.

An old woman enters. She has traded sequined dresses for wool sweater, dancing shoes for a cane.

She closes her eyes and lets memories flow.

For a moment, there is music again.

Word Count: 200

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction. Thanks to Susan for running the challenge!

Photo Β© Susan Spaulding

  1. Reena Saxena says:

    Today’s theme is nostalgia πŸ™‚

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  2. Nothing to beat some old fashioned nostalgia. Lovely writing.

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  3. Such memories remain forever. A lovely piece.

    Click to read my SunPhoFic!

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  4. ceayr says:

    Great piece of writing.
    I remember the good old days when we looked back on the good old days with a better quality of nostalgia than we have today.

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  5. I liked this enormously.

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  6. Susan says:

    Beautifully told, sad, and yet hopeful that things of the past will never completely fade as long as someone remembers them.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. The magic of memories.

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