But now he was full grown, the son seemed to hear his mother's playing every time he stood before the painting.
He'd remember the time he'd been standing by her at the piano, the time when he'd noticed his father turn and walk away.
Since then, nothing had ever been the same.
Written for the Mag 229, where Tess gave us an image of quite another persuasion...but which I translated into something else....
I hope you get the picture. :-)
At least something has to stay the same....like playing piano or painting...~ Love the mystery of 'family portret' .
ReplyDeleteIt was the mysterious shapes that set my train of thought... :-)
DeleteHmmm…saddened by the thought of that child. What happens in our youth molds us and determines who we will be. Hoping he found his strengths, and the memories from the painting are just ghosts of the past and nothing more.
ReplyDeleteAll a figment of my imagination, I promise you. :-)
DeleteIt is fascinating .. discovering where creativity takes you / us. Enjoyed this, Penny.
ReplyDeletesome things can relate to the past so keenly... amazing!!
ReplyDeleteYou created quite a building block for a story there Jinksy. Well done and I hope your weekend went well.
ReplyDeleteWho would have thought Optimus Prime would hide out at the greengrocers !!
ReplyDeleteI just love what you've done with the image here, and what a poignant piece to go along with it. This is one of my favorites of yours Penny.
ReplyDeleteYou found a lady playing piano in a fruiterers shop. Bien fait!
ReplyDeleteYou always come up with a highly unique take and prompt modification . . . . loved it . . . . Eddie :)
ReplyDeleteI love the picture you play in the fruit stands. Memories are often like that--full of sounds, tastes and people we didn't even know where there. ;-)
ReplyDeleteNicely penned, Penny! Family portraits hold many a story. One could extract a few juicy tales - especially what my twin got up to!
ReplyDeleteUnique interpretation. Very sad, but in reading this, I see the image posted at the site as more of a memory held in the young painter's mind as he recalls his childhood. Well done :)
ReplyDelete~Jen