This is in response to Rochelle’s Weekly Photo Prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count : 100

The Guitar

I was turned into stone by the curse of Satan and stood rooted at a spot. Gradually a shop of glittery stuff got built around me. I was hung on a hook. Years passed. Those who visited the shop not even  glanced at me once.

Then one fine day a young boy came to the shop. He looked around. Then his eyes settled on me. He touched me with his soft nimble fingers. And lo! My strings pulsated and music erupted from my core.

Now I sing to my heart’s content in the arms of my beloved prince.

99 Words

You can read the other stories here.

Unknown's avatar

About gc1963

A working woman with interests in reading, writing, music, poetry and fine arts.

19 responses »

  1. Everybody needs a prince

    Liked by 2 people

  2. poetisatinta's avatar poetisatinta says:

    I like that different take on sleeping beauty🙌

    Liked by 1 person

  3. elmowrites's avatar elmowrites says:

    I hope he played “One day, my Prince will come”! A new take on a well-worn fairytale.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Excellent! A world without music is unthinkable.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Lisa or Li's avatar Lisa or Li says:

    Geeta, a beautiful universal metaphor.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Violet Lentz's avatar Violet Lentz says:

    Very cleverly told tale.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply