Behind the Curtain…

Okay, so if you know me at all from this blog, you know I’m a bit of a sucker for a flash fiction challenge. They’re good for sharpening the creative mind, and keeping the creative juices flowing. Especially when you have parameters: a word limit, a set of words that must be used, a theme, or something else that maybe pushes you to write something you wouldn’t usually think about writing.

So, when I saw a link to this flash fiction contest hosted by Anna Meade at Yearning for Wonderland, I salivated. Then I wiped my chin and thought, “No, I’m supposed to be gearing up for NaNoWriMo!” But then I thought, “What better mental exercise can you have for writing fiction than a flash fiction contest?” I shrugged. “Okay.” Yeah, I can be a bit of a pushover at times.

Anna’s challenge is for us to write a piece of flash fiction that fulfills the following criteria:

  • Has the theme: “Behind the Curtain”–pulling back the veil to reveal the darkness behind (with, it seems, a theatrical element–the circus, ballet, or something like that). She encourages the use of a Pinterest board she’s set up containing photos for inspiration. Include the picture if you use one of them.
  • No more than 400 words.
  • Posted on your blog between midnight EST on Oct 2 and midnight October 13.
  • No fan fiction–original worlds only.
  • No erotica–nothing graphic.

There will be prizes, but they haven’t been announced yet. And frankly, I’m just happy to participate. So here goes…

Behind the Curtain

I decided to walk home from the party, hoping a mile of night air would help sober me up. I passed boarded-up buildings, littered parking lots, and the filthy homeless, huddled in corners, drinking from bags. A jarring contrast to the tuxes and frocks, and thousand-dollar champagne I just left behind. The sweet perfume of affluence compared to the urine stench of depravity. I turned my nose and picked up my pace.

It started raining. I took cover under the awning of an abandoned movie theater, arousing the interest of the disheveled hiding there. I could feel their eyes, so I moved further in toward the doors.

Then I heard piano music. It was hypnotic; I found myself drawn into the theater. I wandered through the doors, dull to the must, the mold, and the decay. The carpet was soiled and threadbare, the grime visible on the walls. I didn’t care. The music was leading me.

I reached the auditorium and staggered toward the source: a beautiful black grand piano sitting center stage. The pianist was in bow tie and tails, a white carnation pinned to his lapel; his dark hair sleeked back, his face intense, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. The piece was unfamiliar, but it moved me beyond comprehension.

I reached the front row of seats just as he finished. He rose from the bench, turned, and bowed. I applauded and cheered. The curtain fell. I was giddy with joy; I had to meet this genius.

I clambered onto the stage, my heart pounding, fingers sweaty as I pulled back the curtain.

My face fell. On the stage stood an upright piano, battered and stained. I approached it carefully, afraid it would fall apart at the slightest movement. Its keys were chipped, the ivory missing on many of them. The whole front panel was gone, exposing strings and hammers–what was left of them. I shook my head. Was it the champagne? It couldn’t be. The music played in my mind, like a song that won’t go away, only I didn’t want it to go–ever.

My heart sank as I followed a broken exit sign at the back. On the way out I nearly tripped over a man in a greasy, weather-worn coat that reeked of beer. I almost ignored him, but for the white carnation pinned to his lapel.

THE END

Now, go check out the other participants’ stories!

cds

Colin D. Smith, writer of blogs and fiction of various sizes.

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27 Responses

  1. Lori Fitzgerald says:

    Great atmosphere! I enjoyed this. Love the ending!

    • cds says:

      Thanks, Lori! πŸ™‚

      • Lori Fitzgerald says:

        Colin, thank you so much for your kind words and sage advice on my blog! I truly appreciate it, especially from a more experienced writer such as yourself, and I will check out the blog you recommended.

  2. This is great, love the twist – had been expecting it to be ghostly but actually just one of society’s tragic ‘unseen’ – nice work πŸ™‚

    • cds says:

      Thank you Susi. There’s still a bit of mystery–the battered piano… was it the champagne or… what? But I think you get the underlying message. πŸ™‚

  3. Julie Dao says:

    This was great, Colin! I love the creepiness and the twist ending, especially how you tied it together with the white carnation. I wonder if that music really was in the narrator’s head…

  4. Jaime Morrow says:

    Like Susi, I was expecting the mystery pianist to be a ghost from years before. I didn’t expect it to be one of the homeless he was shying away from. This is really good, Colin! Love the atmosphere and the description. πŸ™‚

    • cds says:

      Thank you, Jaime! I’m glad the atmosphere came through. That was hard to get across with a 400 word limit. I edited a lot, and I was afraid I’d taken too much out. πŸ™‚

  5. Erin L. Funk says:

    This is great! Chilling in a very good way! I love how something, whether the champagne or the music, influences the mc’s perception and the sense of mystery this gives. I also like the way you made the music an expression of who the man really is, while the broken state of the piano reflects his outward appearance. Things are not always what they seem… πŸ™‚

    • cds says:

      Thank you so much, Erin!

      I think the art to flash fiction is in the implied story. Yes, there’s a story up front, but there’s so much unsaid, hinted at, that the reader is left to fill in the gaps. Were his senses deceived by the champagne, the music, or something else? Why that particular movie theater? What’s the pianist’s story? And a host of other questions that could springboard into a short story, or a full-length novel. πŸ™‚

  6. Absolutely mesmerising, such beautiful imagery and poignant twist. I loved your last line…and wonder if the narrator stopped and turned back again…

  7. drmagoo says:

    Very well done. Enjoyed the narrator finding beauty where at, well, second glance, there was none.

    • cds says:

      Thank you, drmagoo! Anna suggested “Behind the Curtain” to refer to the darkness behind the beauty, but I thought it might be interesting to play around with that a bit. πŸ™‚

  8. So glad you found my wee contest, Colin. A great way to prep for NaNo and a well-evoked sense of mystery.

  9. Jo-Anne Teal says:

    Mysterious and that last line was perfection. ;))) glad to read your entry!

    • cds says:

      Thanks, Jo-Anne! It took a few edits to get that last line just right (as well as within the word count!), but I’m pleased with the final version.

  10. Love this story!!! It seemed so real it made me wonder if this actually happened to you? I’m such a sucker for a great ghost story (and just in time for Halloween! ; ). Really enjoyed it.

    • cds says:

      Wow, thanks, Diane! Hmmm… is it a ghost story, though…? It might be… πŸ˜€ That’s what I like about flash fiction–it’s as much about what isn’t said as what is said. The reader gets to fill in the gaps. πŸ™‚

  11. I really enjoyed this story. Was it real? Or hallucination? Beautiful.

  12. dekeboo says:

    I love music and that’s an understatement πŸ™‚ This piece brought a tear to my eye. Beautiful imagery.

  13. LittleWhiteDove says:

    I love the imagery you’ve used, and how you’ve shied away from ghostly players instead opting for the homeless man as the player. Very well done!

  14. Rebecca Fyfe says:

    Beautiful! Full of atmosphere and that perfect touch of magic! Loved it!

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