Friday Fictioneers
The First Note
The microphones waited in silence.
Monitors glowed. Wires curled across the floor like sleeping snakes. Everything was ready except the only thing that mattered.
She stepped inside and closed the door.
No audience.
No applause.
Only the heartbeat beneath her ribs.
She placed her fingers on the keyboard. The first note filled the room, followed by another, then another, until silence surrendered.
The equipment merely captured the sound.
The music had begun much earlier—
the day life taught her that some wounds can only be healed by singing through them.
Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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