This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers weekly prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted to Purple. Check out her blog and click on the blue InLinkz frog below to read other stories and to add your own!
The Final Concert
The last generation of night creatures rustled. The band in the gazebo watched the conductor.
The tuba let out a low moan, too soon. The conductor shook his head. No one turned to look. Though they’d practiced, they understood that this was no rehearsal, and nerves would play their own part in the final concert.
The first flute waved to her son and grandchildren, arriving with a picnic blanket.
A distant grumble sounded; the earth shook. The conductor raised his baton, there was an intake of breath, and the last musicians of the world played an accompaniment to its end.
I hope you’ll also check out my story published with Necessary Fiction this past week. I’ve also been participating in the Three Line Thursday contest run by Grace Black, and won a Golden Ticket from the FlashDogs this week to write for their upcoming anthology! I’m very excited for the opportunity! Check out the FlashDogs on Twitter through #flashdogs and write three lines each Thursday based on a lovely photo prompt!