This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Lynette rose from the stool and bowed to her make-believe audience.
My chin dropped in astonishment.
“Where did you learn to play that?”
“I don’t know Mommy. I just can.”
“Don’t fib, Darling. Some one must have taught you.”
“Nope. My fingers just did stuff.”
“C’mon, tell me.”
“Okay. Grandma showed me.”
“Now you know that’s not true. Your Grandma passed away when you were three and she never taught you to play. Seriously, tell me.”
Mother was a renowned concert pianist, but in her final years, her fingers were too arthritic to play.
Lynette smiled. Thank you, Grandma.