Title: Diva
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week of March 28, 2017
Word count: 170 words
Edgar pounded the keys of the piano and slammed the lid shut. He kicked the stool, sending it clattering across the floor. Clara jumped out of the way as it bounced off the wall. Standing, his face full of rage, he pushed past Fannie and headed downstage.
“That is enough. I cannot tolerate one more sour note from your diva,” he spat flinging his arm in Fannie’s general direction.
“Edgar, it is a rehearsal,” a voice pleaded from a seat in the middle of the darkened theater.
“At this rate, you’ll be in rehearsal for years. No. I won’t stand for this. Either she goes or I do.”
“Edgar, be reasonable.”
Edgar turned and stomped off stage.
“Edgar?”
He was gathering his things from the greenroom when Fannie entered, closing the door behind her.
“Edgar, I know I can’t sing, not like her. But mother won’t let me go.”
“Stand up to her. Quit.”
“You know I can’t.”
“Oh, Fannie.”
The tears began as Edgar pulled her into his arms.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Very touching story. Poor Fannie can’t sing and she knows it but her mother keeps her there. Hopefully, she will be able to finally stand up to her mother. Maybe she will with the help of Edgar. Great story!!
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Glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for another wonderful prompt.
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My pleasure!
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What a tender story, and he supports her is the sweetest emotions I felt here.
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Thanks, I was hoping his anger at mother didn’t overshadow his feelings for Fannie.
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A complicated relationship indeed. A delightful tale.
My tale is called ‘One beautiful day’
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Thank you.
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…But when I dance – oh what wonders!
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LOL Yes perhaps she can dance like no other.
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