He had just two loves in his life – his music and Jenny. He couldn’t imagine life without either of them.
Then one morning over breakfast Jenny finished her coffee, put the dishes away and calmly announced she was leaving. She’d found another man. By mid-morning her cases were packed and she was gone.
Now he just sits on the edge of his bed all day long quietly humming to himself. His instruments lay untouched, his music unwritten.
He’s afraid if he lets the songs and lyrics swimming around in his head out they’ll also leave him and never return.
Mike Jackson
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
Photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Mike Jackson 
That last line is heart-breaking, as is Jenny leaving him. He seems so lost without either of them. For he truly seems to have lost his music as well.
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But of course music is no good unless it’s let out. You can’t catch flowing water in a bucket. In a bucket it’s still. Very sad story, Mike
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Poor man. Heartbreaking story.
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A sad tale, well written.
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Very sad story. Well written.
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Music and lyrics swimming around in his head…really like this image, like fish caught in a bucket of water but still struggling to get out. Portrays music as an independent entity, almost as free to do what it pleases, as Jenny is.
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Poor guy… He must have been totally wrapped up in his own world to not notice her unhappiness…
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A poignant piece indeed.
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Very sad state of affairs, he’s truly sunk down into the depths. Hope he rises again, stronger
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Ah, heartbreaking. So well- written.
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A sad piece. Poor Jenny.
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He seems to be numb from the shock of her leaving. In time maybe he will recover enough to write what could turn out to be his best work and find comfort in the security of that success because it will never leave him.
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