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The box
#WritcoStoryPrompt1
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it. At first, I couldn't understand the writing , but after comparing it with some old letters from mum, I finally deciphred it.
With some reluctance, I inserted the key, and the following seconds seemed to last forever.
Suddenly, the music began and with it the nostalgia.
I was a child the last time I heard that music box playing. My beatiful mother always made sure I would listen to it just before I closed my eyes and sleep.
Fifty years! Fifty years have passed since my beautiful mother died!
Suddenly, the music began to slow down turning into a distortive noise. I immediately took the keys out and using a knife, I disassembled the box piece by piece. Among the many small pieces there was a small yellow paper. I could see it was very old. Probably as old as the music box. I unfolded it carefully. The caligraphy was different and it seemed to be some kind note or a message. Curious, I began to read.
"My deepest regret is that I will never get to know you. I lay in my bed as I write you this note and I know that very soon, I will see the face of my Creator.
The music box you hold now, belonged to our family for generations. It is one of the first ever made and it has been with me my hole life. Keep it with love and as a remebrance of me.
Your loving father,
Mozart"
#FilipeGonçalves
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it. At first, I couldn't understand the writing , but after comparing it with some old letters from mum, I finally deciphred it.
With some reluctance, I inserted the key, and the following seconds seemed to last forever.
Suddenly, the music began and with it the nostalgia.
I was a child the last time I heard that music box playing. My beatiful mother always made sure I would listen to it just before I closed my eyes and sleep.
Fifty years! Fifty years have passed since my beautiful mother died!
Suddenly, the music began to slow down turning into a distortive noise. I immediately took the keys out and using a knife, I disassembled the box piece by piece. Among the many small pieces there was a small yellow paper. I could see it was very old. Probably as old as the music box. I unfolded it carefully. The caligraphy was different and it seemed to be some kind note or a message. Curious, I began to read.
"My deepest regret is that I will never get to know you. I lay in my bed as I write you this note and I know that very soon, I will see the face of my Creator.
The music box you hold now, belonged to our family for generations. It is one of the first ever made and it has been with me my hole life. Keep it with love and as a remebrance of me.
Your loving father,
Mozart"
#FilipeGonçalves
