In response to photo-fiction #31
It was Fur Elise we heard, as we hid in the woods.It was the song Nan had played on the old baby grand. To get us to sleep, or to be quiet when Mama had reached the end of her wit and Papa was not there to quell us with his stern expression.
We had listened to her play the night the men had come. Stopping abruptly the music and the spell of sweet Nan, who smelled like peppermint and her tincture for her fingers and old age. Stopped it with shouting in their harsh voices, the splintering of wood as the door frame shattered beneath their boots and the wailing of an old woman, and the arguing of an old man. A ruckus made only to allow Mama to herd us all out the kitchen, across the way and to Papa, the Rabbi and the family who gave our kind shelter.
We heard Fur Elise in the forest three weeks later, as we tried to reach the border in stealth. To escape the concentration camps, the mustard gas, the manifestations of the Fuhrer’s hatred. Six of us, listening almost dreamlike to the sound of a piano in the middle of the forest.
The smallest among us ran to the sound, looking maybe for Nan. It was a man he found instead, one of them. The same one that had ripped our life apart with a heavy boot to our front door. He never stopped playing, even as we skidded to a halt before him, as our hearts stopped and we each said our own version of the benediction. Each saying in our own way, goodbye to this life. He did not stop, his masterful hands gliding gently over the keys, until he was finished, and all that was left to temper the ear was the sound of my mother weeping.
“I am sorry.” He turned to us, he too was in tears. Tired and sadness carved deep in the lines of his face, he let us go.
Wow Michelle! You drew me in with the words Fur Elise (my all time favorite piece of music!) and then you captivated me with your story. The rich details, the tragic beauty of your tale… I am just in awe!
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It’s my favorite piece as well, Thank you very much, I am overjoyed that you enjoyed. 😀
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I can see why it would be our favorite.. you really out did yourself on it.
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Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
This story will leave you in awe, as will the music (click the video and have a listen!). Check out the rich descriptive language!
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I agree with Lori, I was drawn in by Fur Elise, as I love that piece!
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Thanks 😀
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I am such a WWII nut. This was a beautiful, beautiful story, Michelle. You never cease to surprise me with your unending creativity. Awesome (Calen says reverently, as she scrolls back up to hear the music…)
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Thanks Calen, I’ve been reading about that time period myself, it’s captivating.
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I think I feel driven to read about it. I’m very much afraid if we forget it, we’re doomed to do it again. And Lord knows we’re already on the brink. I’ve heard so many people say they’ve developed an interest in WWII literature. Maybe it’s something like the mashed potatoes in “Close Encounters!” 😮
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holy wow, what a powerful write. You are a master storyteller. You had me on the edge of my seat.
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