The Scales of Justice – Friday Fictioneers, January 2015

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Copyright Jan Fields

“It was kind of true,” Amelia whined.

“Not any kind of truth I’m familiar with,” said her father grimly. “We’re going back to the music school to apologise.”

Amelia admitted she’d lied; Mr Wilson was gracious in his acceptance.

“I reprimanded her, certainly, but I’d never rap a child’s knuckles,” he protested. “Sometimes they tell fibs for attention, I guess.”

Amelia attended her next music lesson with apprehension.

“Sit here beside me,” Mr Wilson said, patting the piano stool. “I’m going to tell you a fable.”

“A fable?” she whispered, nervously.

“About a boy… a boy who cried ‘wolf’.”

It’s that time of the week again; can’t believe we’ve already been in Spain for five weeks – the time has flown by.  Thanks as ever to Rochelle, the conductor for the happy band of Friday Fictioneers, wielding her baton as firmly as ever. 

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About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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62 Responses to The Scales of Justice – Friday Fictioneers, January 2015

  1. Dear Sandra,

    I hope that’s all she’s fibbed about. These days, kids tell fibs that get teachers arrested. Well written as always. Loved the last line.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Sandra says:

      Well, given the precedent she’s now established, I hope the next ‘fib’ she tells isn’t something worse than a rap on the knuckles. Thanks for reading, Rochelle.

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  2. They just hate it when students didn’t practice. That said, if a student dislikes a teacher, they probably know something we don’t. Kids are amazingly intuitive.

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  3. Ohh is he going to do something now. I got quite a sinister feel about the end.

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  4. Oh .. I think Mr Wilson can be a wolf…. I think Amelia never will learn to play… and something tells me that Mr Wilson don’t mind.

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  5. Good parental behavior, for once. Nicely done, Sandra.

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  6. Dale says:

    Oh dear… a horrid case of a parent disbelieving a child, I fear….

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  7. Mr. Wilson seems a bit creepy. Well told.

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  8. boomiebol says:

    Oh my….I think Mr. Wilson is going to take advantage of this one fib she told…here’s hoping her parents give her another chance…very well done.

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  9. paulmclem says:

    I’m intrigued to know what the lie was about….

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  10. I too have a sinister feeling about the ending, as if more might be coming than a rap on the knuckles. Nice story.

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  11. Indira says:

    Fable is just a warning I hope. Beautiful story Sandra. Loved it.

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  12. I felt the apprehension there at the end. Somehow I don’t think things are going to end up all that well for her.

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  13. Lynda says:

    This is a great story, Sandra. It brought back memories. I wanted to learn to play the violin because my grandfather played ‘fiddle’ when he visited (think Kentucky hill music and bluegrass). My second or third lesson I was whapped over the head with my violin instructor’s bow! My parents made me quit. Sadly, all these years later, I now have his violin and my memories of his playing, but no skill.

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  14. d3athlily says:

    Something tells me there was more truth than lie there. That teacher certainly has something planned, I reckon.

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  15. Every young person should be told that story.

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  16. plaridel says:

    it was the twist at the end that i least expected. at the same time, i could heave a sigh of relief. 🙂

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  17. ansumani says:

    Great story Sandra. Hope the teacher only wishes to teach her a valuable lesson.

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  18. Oh no this does not bode well for the young lady.

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  19. I think this is left open for us to decide for ourselves about an ending. For some reason, the girl doesn’t feel comfortable about the teacher. Parents have to really know their child. Of course, some children do lie a lot and get people in trouble. If it was me, I’d ask around and find another teacher. It’s not worth taking a chance. Well done as usual, Sandra.— Suzanne

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  20. ceayr says:

    Wonderful.
    Beautifully built, and the ending is ominous but open just enough for uncertainty.
    Another master class in story telling.

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  21. Clever pick-up on the piano. I wonder if she’ll get her Grade 4.

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  22. gahlearner says:

    Ouch, this is scary (at least I saw it that way). She has to sit down beside him… no one will believe her… I wonder if that fib really was a fib, or a setup. Run, Amelia, dump the lessons. Great writing.

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  23. mickwynn2013 says:

    I liked this, especially all the unanswered questions it raised

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  24. Clearly he did it, and she’s in for a great deal of trouble. Excellent subtlety as usual, but ain’t no doubt in this case. At least Mr. Wilson isn’t teaching her ABBA.

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  25. Afraid she’s in for a tough time, as Amelia didn’t really fib at all, she was intimidated into saying she did by a naive parent. Well, it could be worse. At least Mr. Wilson isn’t teaching her ABBA!

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  26. Mr. Wilson may be a sleaze, but at least he isn’t teaching her ABBA.

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  27. Amy Reese says:

    Uh oh. I’m at least glad the teacher didn’t do anything inappropriate. That crossed my mind when I read your story. That, and the fact that I didn’t enjoy my music teacher. She was so mean and she spit at me. Just awful! Some kids just don’t take to music. That happens, too…like with my son. 🙂 Great story, Sandra!

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  28. draliman says:

    Your story takes a rather sinister turn at the end. Amelia shouldn’t have lied, but now she’s at his mercy. Great story, as always.

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  29. rgayer55 says:

    I think Amelia has a future as a fiction writer. Who knows, she could even be a Friday Fictioneer. She could be here right now, reading, writing, leaving comments. Oh no, it’s, it’s . . . .

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  30. I will always remember my piano teacher rapping my knuckles. I gave up lessons as a result. Fortunately I can play reasonably well by ear, but I still regret not having had proper lessons.

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  31. liz young says:

    Oh dear – I have a bad feeling about this.

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  32. Checkii says:

    Very interesting story, it left me wondering what will happen next.

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  33. Margaret says:

    There’s more to this piano teacher than meets the eye. Very disturbing ending.

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  34. That’s a somewhat ominous ending, Sandra. Hopefully Amelia will take the lesson to heart and not tell any more lies. Great writing.
    -David

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  35. mjlstories says:

    Brilliant build up. A very creepy story played out between what is actually said. Very clever!

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  36. Dee says:

    I think I am going to read about Amelia someday, in a court case, when one huge fib gets out of hand…Well written as always, sorry for the late visit.

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  37. Pow! That was quite an ending, Sandra! That teacher is going to be up to no good — I suspect he’s going to resort to several raps on her knuckles!
    Loved the narrative — a creative and unusual take on the prompt.

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  38. Oh scary piano teacher!!!!

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  39. Judee says:

    Interesting, you often give the reader power to decide on what is really going on. I do see the teacher singling her out with a sense of foreboding – but even more so, it felt to me as if perhaps she didn’t lie, but was influenced to say she did, and so that makes this even more creepy. 😉

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