Twittering Tales — Piano Man

It had been quite a while since Edgar had last sat at the piano and, as he liked to say, tickled the ivories.

He regarded his arthritic fingers and wondered if they could still work well enough to play a piece.

Every stroke hurt, but it was, indeed, music to his ears.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Pexels at

Empty Nesters

AD0FBDF0-A64D-4609-920C-54CB6AD25D97“I’m not sure about this whole empty nest thing,” Elsa said to her sister on the phone. “Now that Eric, our youngest, has moved out, life is just not the same. Peter doesn’t understand. He has his work. That’s always been his priority. Not the kids and certainly not me.”

“I know where you’re coming from, Sis,” Emily said sympathetically. “You spend most of your adult life tending to the needs of your children and then, one day, they’ve flown from the nest and you now start to question your whole purpose in life.”

“Exactly,” said Elsa. “What am I going to do? The kids were what Peter and I had in common. They were the glue that held us together. I don’t even know if we have anything to talk about with each other. We’re together, but alone.”

“Every couple goes through this when their kids grow up and leave home,” Emily said, trying to reassure her sister. “Bob and I went through something like this, too.”

“How did you deal with it?” Elsa asked.

“We had to rediscover ourselves, rekindle the relationship, reconnect with each other,” Emily said.

“I hear the words,” Elsa responded. “But how did you make that happen?”

“It was mostly me, I suppose,” Emily said. “I planned little things, like nice dinners, movie nights, weekend getaways, date nights, and stuff like that. I also insisted that we take romantic vacations, like going on cruises, visiting exotic lands.”

“Ah. So like a bucket list for empty nesters, huh?” Elsa said.

“Yes,” said Emily. “But there’s one more thing you need to do.”

“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Elsa said. “We need to spice things up a bit, right?”

“Sis, you need to start fucking his ass off!”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “nest.”

FFfAW — The Scene of the Crime

1B7C8338-86D5-4487-AF01-15D64C9B560CSince he was the last person to see her alive, it didn’t surprise Aaron that he was, at first, a person of interest in her disappearance.

He told the police at the time that he and Amanda were camping near the bay and, after a romantic night of wine and watching the sunset, they went to their tent, made love, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. But when he woke up early the next morning, she was gone.

Five years had already passed since Amanda disappeared. No one knew what happened to Amanda, and her disappearance was now a cold case. Now Aaron was back, yet again, at the same spot by the bay looking at the same sunset.

As Aaron gazed at the sunset, he remembered how she told him that she wanted a divorce. The fight that ensued became violent, and before dawn broke, he disposed of Amanda’s body.

They say that the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. Aaron did — every year at this same time.

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Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Image Credit: Footy and Foodie.