Dolce Strokes

Photo prompt courtesy of Anshu Bhojnagarwala for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields‘ Friday Fictioneers. Others’ efforts can be found below.

The music of her touch resonates through the stone. She traces the curvature of its information with pianissimo fingers the way she shyly strummed the song of our first dance on my shoulders.

Notes swirled with pinks and blues and greys play to the tune of Devoted, a spectrum of experience buoyed by the notion. An acrid dolore registers from Father, a title in staccato she argued against including, though she ultimately had no control.

With dolce strokes of her tender chisel, she etches and Husband, then caresses her amendment and tucks the marriage license I’d prepared into a bouquet.

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4 thoughts on “Dolce Strokes

  1. Nice weaving of musical terms into the work of this headstone carver. I smell hanky-panky and have the feeling the narrator and the carver have, themselves, created the need for such a headstone, and plan to marry posthaste! Cant help but think of A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. Soft and not so sweet!

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    • Wow, you read this far better than I did! I can’t pretend the story as you read it was my intention, but your reading is fully justified and more concrete than what I was thinking (narration through the perspective of the deceased, though I removed too many hints suggesting as much), so thank you very much for fleshing out your interpretation.

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  2. I agree, Andypop did a great job of giving this something to hang onto. The writing was beautiful, but I wasn’t sure what was going on. There were hints throughout, but I couldn’t decide if this was a woman carving her husband’s headstone, and it made no sense that she resisted the addition of “Father,: if he were the father of her child. Good job of filling out some possibilities for us :)

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