Friday

The Right Note

She picked up the bells one by one and bought each up to her ear and rang it just once. He watched the intense concentration on her face as she tilted her head and listened carefully until the sound from each ring had totally disappeared. When she picked up the tiny brass bell he saw the smile appear as soon as she rang out its pure clear note, it seemed to cut through the atmosphere in the dimpsy room and hung like tiny jewels sparkling in the air. He could sense her pleasure and felt a warm wave of love spread up from his stomach, he loved to see her happy. That's the one! she squealed, and took off up the stairs, bell in hand.

4 comments:

pureklass said...

I really love what you do with words.

Singer said...

Thanks very much pureklass. ;)

Val said...

Bells are very feminine, as objects go and therefore a perfect choice for the focus of the emotions for this man and woman. Of course, it goes without saying, but I say it anyway, I adore this new installment of their story. If I were an agent or an editor and I came upon this blog I would snap you up faster than a crow on a cornstalk. There is something so original in what you are doing and in my opinion it is something you really should consider submitting at some point. In other words dear Singer, as writers go, I think you are the real deal.

Singer said...

Val, you don't know how much your feedback and comments mean to me, I so appreciate your words and they carry so much weight because of the respect I have for you as a writer. Thank you so much.

Love to you. x