© Jan W. Fields

She didn’t realize how long she’s been staring at the piano. She felt the urge to touch its old polished wood again, to drift over one key to another just like how she used to when she was a little girl but she didn’t— she can’t.

“Abby?” called a soft voice from behind, it was very soft that it was almost a whisper. She turned to find her mother, Elise, still radiating with beauty in her fifties. “It’s been a while.”

“It’s been forever… Mom,” her voice quivered as she cleared the lump in her throat, “I didn’t know you kept it all these years.” Her heart lurched as Elise grabbed her hands and felt her mother’s touch. “Oh honey, it’s time to forgive him.” she said, hugging her tightly.

“But he left you, Mom.” she found herself blaring with resentment, “And for what? For his student who wanted to learn piano but ended up wanting him as well?”

Elise smiled and looked her in the eyes, “I still got you, remember? And that’s all that matters.”

Here’s for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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