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Genre: (Recent) Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

CODA

            Unable to lift her head, Jacqueline watched her husband sit at the piano.  “Please, play Brahms for me.”

            As he performed the lilting sonata, she imagined her cello strings against her fingers and felt the weight of the bow. With wide vibrato her now lifeless fingers slid from one note to the next.

            Daniel finished and sank down on a chair beside the bed.  

            A tear trickled from her eye. “Do you remember the night we met?”

            “I tried to accompany you.” He smiled. “It never dawned on you how difficult it was for us mere mortals to follow you.”

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When the research thread led me to Jacqueline du Pré I was immediately taken captive. Her talent, presence and tragic story sucked me in. Finding a short clip was next to impossible. The conductor is her husband Daniel Barenboim. I realize that classical music isn’t everyone’s style so there’s no need to feel obligated to watch the video. Shalom, Rochelle