Friday Fictioneers — Discovering My Passion

4AE4F7DD-305A-4132-8707-5BE4E6171FF2My father is a musician. He plays the violin. My mother is a musician. She plays the cello. My sister is a musician. She plays the clarinet.

My parents bought a piano for me because they wanted me to be a musician. But I just didn’t have the knack. The family’s musical gene wasn’t passed on to me.

In a fit of pique, my father moved the piano outside onto the sidewalk in front of the family music store, where it sat unused and rotting away.

Then I discovered my passion, my green thumb. I can make plants grow anywhere.

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Anshu Bhojnagarwala.

22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Discovering My Passion

  1. blindzanygirl March 15, 2019 / 1:59 pm

    My favourite colour is green. Especially on fingers!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. msjadeli March 15, 2019 / 7:27 pm

    “In a fit of pique” you don’t hear that every day. Well-done!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango March 16, 2019 / 7:55 am

      I appreciate your comment, Shirley.


  3. Margaret March 17, 2019 / 9:15 pm

    Everyone has talent. I do believe that. I like the way you led your character to discover his / hers.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Sandra March 18, 2019 / 4:29 am

    There… it’s just a question of finding your niche…

    Liked by 1 person

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