Morning refrain
A Drabble
Striding through the early morning mist, I was soon high in the hills overlooking the village far below. Climbing ever higher, I once again heard the mournful melody of the pipes, as I did yesterday and every day these past weeks. Again, I strode on, anxious to pinpoint the source of the lament, to discover the lone piper whose daily dirge I had come to loath and yet love. I headed down into the valley, racing the Sun’s early rays. Alas, as always, too late. As the sunshine broke over the hills, the unseen player ceased, abruptly, his woeful refrain.
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I have written over 100 Drabbles in the past few years and thought it might be good to publish some of the selected tales here.
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (7)
Haunted by bagpipes. They are so loud, and therefore continue to disturb the airwaves when they've finished. I can't say I love the sound, but this left me intrigued.
I really liked the mystery of this, like a human songbird, playing until the sun comes up.
Well-wrought! The ghost of a song still caught in the wind long after the one who played it has departed.
I hope one day, they make it in time hehehe. Loved your drabble!
👏👏👏 Beautifully done, Ray!
Loathing & loving are simply two sides of a very thin coin. So instead of, "You'll never catch me Lucky Charms!" this one says, "Ye'll never catch me bagpipes!"
I like the sound of bagpipes for they make one think with the tones they make. There's just something special about the bagpipes. Good job.