Welcome to my offering for The A to Z Blogging Challenge 2018.
My theme this year is Ghostly Inspirations:
a collection of spirits that have been prompted by my encounters with places and times. Some are spooky, some more about atmosphere. I'll be describing each inspiration and the phantom that came to my mind, and then I will share a drabble, which I hope will entertain. :)
Disclaimer: The places and experienced I have used for my inspiration are real, but my ghosts and drabbles are complete fiction, linked to nothing and no-one, alive or dead. When writing about my inspirations, I may have changed names and obfuscated specific details to 'protect the innocent' :).
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D is for Descant
Inspiration:
So this inspiration comes from an experience rather than a place, and that is taking up the descant (and treble) recorder again after not having played it since I was at school. This is all thanks to a friend in the next door village setting up a recorder group after a wonderful concert from the Kent Branch of the Recorder Society in our local church.
The recorder is an old instrument, having been around since the 1500’s. It has a very melodic sound when played properly (something I aspire to but am not there yet), and it can also sound very mournful, especially in solo - this was my inspiration today.
Ghost:
So this inspiration comes from an experience rather than a place, and that is taking up the descant (and treble) recorder again after not having played it since I was at school. This is all thanks to a friend in the next door village setting up a recorder group after a wonderful concert from the Kent Branch of the Recorder Society in our local church.
The recorder is an old instrument, having been around since the 1500’s. It has a very melodic sound when played properly (something I aspire to but am not there yet), and it can also sound very mournful, especially in solo - this was my inspiration today.
This ghost is never seen, only heard in the distance. The gentle, but melancholy playing of a recorder echoes out over a children's playing field where once a fayre celebrated the May.
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Trio
Music slid through the crisp Spring air and they stood together, facing each other, the loneliness in the slow, precious notes sinking into their bones. Tears in her eyes, a frown ghosting his features, they listened.
Then, slowly, they lifted their own instruments to their lips. No guide needed, rhythm fixing their souls, they began to play. Treble and tenor lifted into the air, entwining with the piercing descant, melodies instinctive as they wrapped the solitude in all the harmony they could.
Higher the tune rose, faster; at last joy erupting from the sound. One becoming three, no more loneliness.
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Then, slowly, they lifted their own instruments to their lips. No guide needed, rhythm fixing their souls, they began to play. Treble and tenor lifted into the air, entwining with the piercing descant, melodies instinctive as they wrapped the solitude in all the harmony they could.
Higher the tune rose, faster; at last joy erupting from the sound. One becoming three, no more loneliness.
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Other paranormal and spooky stories by Sophie Duncan.
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Wow, great story. I play the flute and records in groups, so very atmospheric for me.
ReplyDeleteSpooky! Great story :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
DeleteOoh, I can almost hear it! Great story for D!
ReplyDeleteI haven't thought of the recorder since my kids had to learn it in 3rd grade. Loved this story.
ReplyDeleteThat was a great flash fiction for today's post.
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Very spooky :)
ReplyDeleteJemima