Four cellos and two violas swayed in, and my anxiety soared knowing my moment was fast approaching. And her moments on Earth, this Madeleine, this French xylophonist, her remaining moments hung in the balance. Like Tchaikovsky before me, I would send the French to her deserved death, and the entirety of the percussion populace would hail the victory.
I stealthily moved, the snare drum unnecessary for Tchaikovsky’s masterpiece 1812 Overture, and positioned myself behind the loudest instrument on stage – the cannon!
The first of sixteen shots rang out to cover me, I raised my weapon in glory toward Madeleine – but alas, the sweet entry of the church bells prevented me from consummating my task. Unlike the French in 1812, Madeleine survived to further annoy us with her triangle, and I’ll forever rue the day. ###
Thanks for coming by, and shout-out to Serena for suggesting Xylophonist. The six-sentence story, based on occupations, is my theme for the A to Z Blogging Challenge. Inspired by Hemingway and his six-word story (For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.) and brought to you by Xerox, the document company.
If you choose to listen to Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, which I highly recommend, you might turn down the speakers so the dogs don’t start barking at the cannon fire. I don’t care if you have dogs, I’m talking about ALL the dogs in your neighborhood. The request lines are open for Y – oh, I can taste the end!