THE MIDNIGHT MELODY

 

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Here we all are again for another week. Today we’re gathered in a virtual room with a virtual harpsichord on display. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to each write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Jan W. Fields. Thanks, Jan.

To read the other stories by the group, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/01/20/22-january-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE MIDNIGHT MELODY By P.S. Joshi

My friend Marge and I had often heard about the haunted Fritzen mansion. We decided to pay a fee and spend the night in residence.

It was said the ghost of Mitzie Ann Fritzen, the unmarried daughter of millionaire Horace Fritzen, had haunted for years since her tragic death of a heart attack as she played her favorite plaintive piece on the harpsichord.

It was a chilly, full-moon night.

We arranged our sleeping bags and waited with trepidation.

At midnight. her spirit appeared and began to play.

We both agreed on one point. Mitzie Ann could have used more lessons.

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This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

 

She was a tiny woman from the hills of Italy, now wed to an Italian man in America, an arranged marriage.

Her grown unmarried sons had jobs in a nearby shop. Each left an empty lunchbox in the kitchen after work. My mom was visiting the immaculate home and saw a couple of roaches. She guessed where the roaches had come from. The shop must have been full of them.

The latest addition to the family was still a baby. Mom spoke no italian. “The roaches–bite the baby.” she told the woman, making hand motions. The woman went wild.