The following photo is the prompt. Does it speak to you? What does it say?
My story follows the photo and the blue froggy fella. Comments and suggestions appreciated.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
REQUIEM IN C MINOR
“You must practice an hour a day,” said Mama. “People will come from miles around to hear you play. You have a gift.”
“I hate the violin,” I yelled. “I don’t want to be a musician.”
Once Mama made up her mind she only heard what she wanted to hear.
What choice did I have? I was only six.
Eight years later Mama’s prediction came true. People came from miles around to hear me play. My music was the last thing they heard on their way to the gas chambers.
Sweet music, the only color in Theriesenstadt, saved my life.
Author’s note for those who may ask how I arrived at this.
At first glance, this photo said nothing to me other than, “Yuck. Where’s the story in this and why did I choose it for a prompt?” At second glance I thought ‘dead bird.’ Nah. Trashed lollipop? Okay, forget about the articles, what about color? I didn’t see much of that. My mind went to the Holocaust, a part of history I think of in shades of gray. (Not the racy novel 😉 ) Next, Terezin, a town in Czechoslovakia that was turned into a ghetto and renamed Theriesenstadt came to mind. There the Nazis made a propaganda film to show the outside world their kind treatment of the Jews, when, in reality, it was a holding place on the road to extermination for most. My research path ultimately inspired me to write REQUIEM IN C MINOR. Thank you for reading.