by Vickie Hartman DiSanto
Expectation grew as the conductor raised his arms.
One hand descended.
Plunk! Plunk! Plunk!
Biggest first, setting the beat, the waters geysered upward.
Plink. Plink. Plink. Plink.
Crisply annunciated splatters joined the earlier bass, catching the sunlight in prismatic harmony.
And finally the smallest.
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety.
Patter. Pitter. Patter.
Iridescent spray rose, each new arc setting off another smaller one.
Ripples moved outward, meeting with and absorbing others or being swallowed or diverted by them.
And then stillness.
Quiet.
"More?" the younger boy asked.
"No," said his brother. "Time for lunch."
They moved away.
The lake remained ready, anticipating the next symphony, the next kaleidoscopic disturbance of its willing surface.
6 comments:
This was melodic and sweet. I loved how your pov mimicked the imagination of the boys. Well done.
Annie
Love the use of music within the story and the way you reveal who the conductor actually is, and therefore what the music is.
I loved this!
Fun piece with a few little surprises hidden within.
Fun with fountains! Love the whimsy.
Nice imagery and description of sounds.
Post a Comment