Music To My Ears
‘What does your son do? Apart from play loud music.’ The neighbour
asked, with a healthy tinge of rudeness I thought, as we sat opposite each other
on the train.
Billy was a musician, and if he wasn’t playing gigs he was
practising in his room.
The same neighbour knocked on the door a few weeks later ‘I see
Billy has taken to using headphones after our little chat.’ I watched as she
walked smugly away. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes.
Billy wasn’t using headphones, he had died in a motorbike
accident. I will miss the noise.
Bettina x
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A tragic twist and a social faux pas
ReplyDeleteThe leader of the pack, and now he's gone...
ReplyDeleteOh, so sad. Some people can be so thoughtless.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad twist to your story. I can imagine that she would give anything to hear the sound of her son playing.
ReplyDeleteA tragedy. I hope the neighbour will feel suitably horrible when they find out the truth.
ReplyDeleteA sorrowful story indeed.
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Dear Bettina,
ReplyDeleteSuch a tragic ending. Too bad the neighbor doesn't shut her mouth long enough to listen. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
What an unkind person. Someday her smugness will come back to bite her.
ReplyDeleteNosy neighbours have no clue what's really going on...
ReplyDeleteThis is heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness - what an unexpected, tragic ending. Well written story, Bettina.
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