Ethan clenched his saxophone with a death grip.
“Relax,” said his teacher.
Frustrated with the sour notes, Ethan’s eyes filled.
“I can’t,” he mumbled.
For two weeks, Ethan practiced in secret at his friend Jack’s house so his mom wouldn’t hear. She cried every day since the officers delivered the news. “Friendly fire,” they said.
At the funeral, soldiers in white gloves folded the flag and presented it to Ethan’s mom. When the bugler lifted his instrument, Ethan stood.
“Wait!” he shouted.
He took his saxophone from Jack.
“This is for Dad.”
He then played taps without a single sour note.
Beautiful…
Great job at capturing a tender moment.
Heartfelt
Really captures the feelings.
Nicely done!
Very moving!
Heart warming and captures the moment. Nice job!
Wonderfully done capturing the moment!
Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting!
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Lovely.
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Really moved me. Thank you
Thanks!
I found the use of names and pronouns to be confusing.
Thanks for reading and offering your perspective. I appreciate the comment.
Beautiful it evoked tears powerful use of words. Keep on Writing
Thank you!
Well done! You do so much with only 101 words. No easy task.
Thanks, Pete!
I pray the notes don’t get sour again after dad is laid to rest. Nice imagery.
Thanks!
Taps is the most heartbreaking sound at your father’s funeral. I know.
So sorry for your loss. Thanks for reading my story.
A touching story. I didn’t quite understand the end until I read one of the last comments. A very good write.
Thank you. Your comments are appreciated.
Beautiful!