Eddy’s eyes strayed to the glittering guitar which hung behind the counter of the bar as he dusted.
Since he started working for Mrs. Hilley, he had wondered about it.
His eyes gleamed as he looked at it and the flaming guitar glowed brighter under his gaze.
He noticed that she touched it ever so often, dusted it with reverence and hung it back.
He had no idea what the story behind it was, but he couldn’t ask. There were rumours however, on one really knew the truth.
Since he was alone, he decided to play just a little bit. He hoped to own one some day soon.
Lost in the music the guitar’s flaming strings came alive and he failed to hear the door swing open.
Mrs. Hilley listened, tears ran down her face as he played haunting tunes.
Startled to find her watching him he hurried to hang it back but, she set two glasses of apple cider, sat him down to tell him the story of the flaming guitar.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to the FFAW photo prompt above from Pixabay.com and Priceless Joy for this enchanting story platform
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Good story, Jacqueline. 🙂 I get the feeling that the story behind the flaming guitar is not a happy one. Hopefully by sharing it with Eddy, Mrs. Hilley will find some closure.
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I think it had something to do with her husband and son and having someone to talk to helped her.
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Such a sweet, heart touching story! I’m glad Mrs. Hilley told him the history behind the guitar. Maybe he will play it more often now. Wonderful story, Jacqueline!
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I hope so too, but I think he will. Thank you Joy 🙂
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That’s a happy ending to the story. 🙂
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lovely story–will there be a sequel wherein we learn the story behind the guitar’s flaming strings?
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I hope she tells me soon 🙂
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I want to hear THAT story!;-)
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Me too 🙂 She refused to tell me.
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LOL! That is so unfair! Do you think she’d tell me?
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I like it. You’ll just file it away for another time.
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Thank you Diane. I kept it aside for now.
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I am not use to seeing the words “apple cider” without the “vinegar” so my mind was like “yuck….they’re drinking acv”. *Which is actually good for you btw, I tend to drink a teaspoon in my tea during the winter months but drinking it solo can prove to be fatal…metaphorically speaking.
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There’s this bottle of wine, apple cider that I had, it was very nice. Not with the slapping sharpness of the vinegar.
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Cool! Is their going to be more?
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I hope so. I am waiting for Mrs Hilley to tell her story 🙂
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I will look forward to it!
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Great write. Sounds like this guitar that she feels much reverence for, holds quite a story. You leave us on the edge of our seats. Well done!
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I appreciate your words. I am still waiting for her to talk.
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Maybe, in a continuation, she will?
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Intriguing story Jacqueline, told well with an economy of words.
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Thank you my dear.
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Oh… I would love to know the story too! 🙂
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🙂 I hope she lets me in on the secret
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Don’t forget to share if she does! 😉
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I will 🙂
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Looks like it belongs to the Ghost Rider;)
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