Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light…
The constant sawing of the strings entering Madison’s head was going to make her brain burst.
She had loved doing her chores while listening to her daughter practice her clarinet. The lilting sounds were soothing and even energized her. But, Roxanne mastered that one, and moved on to a new instrument.
Madison could not understand why the girl had to try something new when she was so talented. Maybe she should limit her practice time. But, no, that wouldn’t be right… Ma knew the ya-ya would sound like yo-yo soon.
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Friday Fictioneers Time… Here’s my 100 words based on the photo prompt provided by Roger Cohen. To write your own story, go see Rochelle.
And other’s stories are here… 
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