When the Muse Moves On

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PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

He looked up in amazement. She’d hung from the ceiling a collage of all his favourite things. Albums of music he cherished, books that had inspired him along life’s journey, dangled with his own writing and pictures he’d painted.
Photos of times of joy, celebration, success and triumph. His old Paisley shirt and pointed brogues he’d never throw away. His first guitar.
It all swayed in the breeze like a mobile reflection of his life.
But George had never learnt when looking up, to beware of trap doors. She’d found someone else. The memories diminished and faded as he fell.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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26 thoughts on “When the Muse Moves On

    • HI Rochelle, you get the award for the best comment of the day for the excellent use of lulu. I think he was just deceived by his love and trust, there was no hope for him, his muse could lead him blindfold wherever she wanted…and she dumped him.

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  1. If I had seen all my treasured items hanging in the breeze, I have been worried. Loved the picture you painted.
    Except for the line, [she had found someone else] but that’s me.

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