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Music Lover
“Maybe it doesn’t like bagpipe music.” Her wet feet shuffled in the boat’s bottom.
“We’re in Scotland aren’t we?” The instrument emitted a half-hearted bleat as he settled it on his hip.
She eased her fingers into her ears. For an hour, squawks and squeaks ricocheted from the loch’s surface to the grim hills and back.
“I give up,” he said finally, picking up the oars.
Behind them, sinuous coils of scaly flesh broke the murky surface of the loch. A fathomless black eye, ancient as the stones, winked in the cold mist at the tiny boat moving toward shore.
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O.K. cold chills here. Row fast! This was a wonderful combination of dialogue and description
I like your description of Nessie who probably did like bagpipe music and not what was played. 🙂 Enjoyable story, Sorchia.
janet
Sorchia, Maybe Nessie’s just waiting for the right bagpipe music to show itself. Well written and humorous. Good dialogue. 🙂
So it turns out everyone is a music critic, including Nessie. Nice one.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
Dear Kay,
Perhaps the operative here is that Nessie does like bagpipe music. From the description of squawks and squeaks I’m not so sure it’s what she’d call music. 😉 Fun story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think she just doesn’t like this particular piper. Glad you enjoyedit. Thanks!
Oh, so Nessie isn’t a fan of the bagpipe? Who would’ve thought?! This was a lovely story, I could almost hear the squawking and squeaking!
Thank you so much. I think she likes the pipes but maybe not the piper. I’m happy you liked it.
I loved your vision of Nessie, ancient as the stones and wise to all the tricks of those who seek her;)
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
“A fathomless black eye, ancient as the stones, winked in the cold mist at the tiny boat moving toward shore”— cool, Nessie has us all psyched out! No wonder we never find her!
Thanks Perry. Glad you liked it.
Your story made me smile, Sorchia. Loved the image of the monster playing with the bagpipe player.
Wow! Thanks. Making people smile is just what I want to do. Your comment made me smile 🙂