Mondays Finish the Story: Painting

Copyright Barbara W. Beacham

Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting. This painting here, in fact.”

His grandchild’s eyes are wide.  “In a painting?  What did they do?”

“What do you think they did?”

“Played music.”

“Right, they played music.  Jazz, mostly.  They played for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Longer than people here can.  Weeks or months or years.  Time was different there; didn’t matter how long they played, they could keep going.”

“Didn’t they get bored?”

“Would you get bored?”

“It’s boring when Momma makes me practice piano.”

“Well, that’s because you don’t like it.  They loved it, so they never got bored, in that place where they could play music forever.” The grandfather’s voice is quiet now, trailing off.  “But they did get lonely. . . . “

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