Crossing the Velvet Rope
The spinet was beautiful, all polished wood and ivory keys. Sitting on display for all to see, secure, untouchable behind the velvet rope. Should I? I looked left and right, then back at the stool with its yellow, crushed velvet fabric. Just one tickling of the ivories and I’d return to my place as an admirer. Still no witnesses as I lifted one leg over the ropes. I wobbled. I felt a wave of guilt. My foot returned to the floor, to this side of the velvet rope and an admirer I remain.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. As I said in my comment section. I’ve taken the liberty of adding your link to the list this week. Feel free to email me for further assistance. To read and comments on other stories, just click the link to inLinkz and click on the icons to find the stories.This is a great way to network and connect with other writers and some really great people.
The directions are posted on my story page. Just work from the top. I post the photo prompt and directions every Wednesday. You’re able to link until Tuesday 6:55 PM CST, after that, the linkz closes.
As for your story. Temptation. Nicely done.
Thank you for the welcome and the guidance. I’ve never heard of Inlinkz before, so this is new to me. I followed your directions best as I could.
Thank you also for the story compliment. Off the cuff. Keeping it to 100 words was a great way to edit once I’d gotten the idea out. I think it helped to make my story better.
See you next week!
I suppose if you had tried to tinkle the keys, a wave of security people would have appeared. So sad, it looked as though it needed playing. Nice description of some feelings I have also had. ……….if only….
Hi Liz – Thanks for reading my story, and for taking the time to comment. This is my first week, so I haven’t had a chance to read any submissions yet. Yourss will be the first. Peace, Kathy
Michael Humphris said:
You made me smile, great. Michael
I’m glad I could make you smile. Thanks for reading!
Ah, too bad. The lure wasn’t strong enough. Interesting story.
It’s my first fiction in a long while. Having a prompt and a word limit offered structure. Thanks for stopping by!
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Welcome! The lure of being bad can be so irresistible. Nice take on the prompt.
Ah, that’s the hard thing, isn’t it? Not touching something. And the “do not touch” warnings only make it worse, Touch seems to connect us to the past and we feel we almost can step into previous lives, if just for a brief moment. You portrayed that well in few words.