March 29, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about fingers that fly. Think about the different ways we use our fingers and what happens when we add speed. Go where the prompt leads.
It was always a race, left against right, right against left.
Lessons helped them slow down, but just occasionally they forget.
Arthritis stops them now, not completely, but the tempo mellows and slows, a new interpretation is on the cards, or should one say, the keys.
Scales were dull. I improvised with The Spirit is Willing, Ode to Joy, a vibrant version of Chopsticks and My Grandfather’s Clock.
Faster and faster, my fingers would fly across the keyboard, sometimes just missing each other from getting tangled up with the melody to give it yet another dimension to play with.
Written for Carrot Ranch 99 word challenge