Welcome to Day 15 of the Third Annual A to Z Challenge!
My theme – my 26 fiction posts will revolve around something musical – it could be anything, as long as it's musically-related… maybe a song title, an artist/band, musical terminology, musical instruments, words relating to sound/rhythm/movement/dance etc.
MUSICAL ASSOCIATION/CONNECTION. OSTINATO – a motif or phrase, which is persistently repeated in the same musical voice; it is always a succession of equal sounds, wherein each note always has the same weight or stress (derived from Italian: stubborn)
Stubborn as a mule – that’s what mama always told me. You must learn to listen!
Follow your heart – that’s what papa always told me. Find your own direction!
Direction? Left, right, up, down… this way, that way… which direction am I expected to turn, you tell me papa? Who do I listen to now that you’ve left me, mama?
Left, right, up, down. The endless voices clamour in my head.
Left. Left. Left. I feel left behind, left out of all the drama and activities that are going on. Left to my own devices, like an outcast, a leper, in a no-go-zone, persona non grata, exile, outcast, stranger, enemy…
Left. Left. Left. You left me in the lurch when I needed you most, needed an ally, a friend, needed support, structure, a shoulder to lean on.
You didn’t turn back – not once.
Didn’t look over your shoulder – not once.
Didn’t call me – not once.
Left. As sure as left is left and right is right… you left one cold evening. Walked out the door and disappeared.
And you didn’t leave a single dime. Took it all. Gave it to your “left-wing”. Yes, the other woman you left with.
Ha! The irony of it all – you left with your “left-wing”. It would be funny if it weren’t so tragic.
Left. So there’s nothing left…
It’s all over. Finished. Finito. The end. Nothing left. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.
Left, right, up, down, in, out… no matter which direction you take, there’s nothing left for us!
I rest my case.
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