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 |   Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
 "Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself." CHARLIE CHAPLIN  Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. David Whyte        This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts. |
| Prompt: Use these words in your entry: yeast, time, stars, music, violin, and diamond. Have fun! ------------ Elsa's Violin Elsa loved to play the violin. Yet, she couldn't give her somewhat dented instrument enough attention, since she had to work in her family's bakery, where the air was always filled with the scent of rising yeast and freshly baked bread. One evening, when it was Elsa's turn to close the bakery, she noticed an old man with an antique violin standing outside under the stars. As Elsa locked the doors to the bakery, she struck up a conversation with the old man. The old man told her about a diamond hidden in the fabric of time, waiting to be uncovered by a skilled musician. Then, the old man offered Elsa to play his violin. Excited and intrigued, Elsa took the instrument in her hands, and while her fingers danced across the strings, a melody emerged, echoing through the quiet town. Plus, as if magic, the stars seemed to respond, too, twinkling in rhythm with the music. As Elsa played this magical violin, a brilliant diamond appeared in the night sky. Only then, under the diamond's radiance, Elsa, saw the crowd surrounding her in awe. She had been so engrossed with playing the violin that, she hadn't noticed the townspeople gathering around her to listen to her music. Since that night, Elsa's town has been known for its night-time concerts where the melodies of the old man's magical violin intertwined with the twinkling of the stars at night. As to the old man, he was nowhere to be found, but Elsa would never forget him for giving her his violin so she could go on creating a harmony that became woven in the fabric of time. . |
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