Peter went to college crossing a beautiful mansion. He heard soft notes of a guitar. These were mesmerising and reverberated in his ears.
..............................
Five
years later he married Martha. They had two daughters.
..............................
After fifteen
years he heard the same music in his house. He rushed and saw his daughter
playing the guitar, and Martha weeping.
''Who taught
you this?''
''Mom.''
''
You never told me that you played guitar.''
''I used to..
Papa died listening to this tune''.
''Were you
living in a beautiful mansion?''
''Yes,
why?''
''Without a word he
held Martha close,''I’ve found my real love.''
Written for Friday Fictioneers Photo prompt.
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