The old lady trudged up the street to the church she had attended for more than 60 years. The light from the steeple caused the white church to glow. She climbed the stairs up to the steeple.
The violin was lying on the table. She opened a window for some cool air.
The old woman started to play. She played Horner’s “My Heart Will Go On.” A crowd gathered on the street. They waited for her to come out to praise and thank her.
The steeple went dark. She didn’t appear. They looked for her, but she had vanished.
Thank you to Rochelle for hosting #FridayFictioneers!
The Write Scribe 
Her swan song from the other side. Lovely story.
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A mysterious and lovely tale. Maybe there is a cot up there for when she is too exhausted after playing for the masses 🙂
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Maybe! Thanks!
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😊
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i suppose it was her last hurrah before she passed over.
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Maybe so. Thanks!
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Oooò
Oh this is beautiful ! Nicely done. I can absolutely picture this moment.
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Way to go. Simply beautiful.
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Thank you, Keith.
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A mysterious story, I enjoyed it Mike
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Good ghost story. Her music will continue through eternity…
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Oooh, a good ghost story. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much!
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Dear Rosemary,
This does feel mysterious and ghostly. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle!
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Haunting. I love it!
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Sounds as though it might have been her swansong. Lovely!
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A ghost story that’s beautiful instead of spooky, lovely.
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