Naisou : Eh, the more you write the more the bigger ideas start to come to you ;D Anyways, novels are not the height of art-- I can't write a short story to save my life. Maybe that'll end up being more your style.
I HAS ENTRY. I
might replace it if I come up with something better, because I'm not
entirely satisfied, but this prompt felt really resonant so. Also I might replace the title lol @
[email protected] I do not approve.
Hey, Lori, for future reference, am I allowed to make the title part of the story text if I can pull it off? (The first part of the first line or whatever.) And if so, is that included or not in the wordcount?
Title: Listening
Drabble:
“Do you hear it?”
Yù sat forwards, confused. His stepfather smiled, tapped the wood whisper-light with teak-colored knuckles. After a moment, Yù did the same. The swell of the harp was rough; the footstep-sound reverberated through the workshop. Ān-Na’s brows knotted with concentration.
“There’s music,” Ān-Na said. “There’s a certain sound, if you—“ He knocked the wood again.
Yù drew his knees up. “I don’t hear anything.”
“You’ll learn,” Ān-Na said. There was a long pause; he scraped sandpaper down the frame methodically. As though there had been no silence: “If you stay, but I don’t think you will.”