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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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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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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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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So right.
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Ohh is he going to do something now. I got quite a sinister feel about the end.
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I’m leaving it to the reader to decide. 🙂
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Yes then from me!
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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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That’s the writer in you, Bjorn. 🙂
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Good parental behavior, for once. Nicely done, Sandra.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Oh dear… a horrid case of a parent disbelieving a child, I fear….
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Possibly, Dale. 🙂
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Mr. Wilson seems a bit creepy. Well told.
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I think so. 🙂 Thank you.
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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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Hoping so too. Good to see you back here.
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I’m intrigued to know what the lie was about….
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🙂 It’s for the reader to decide.
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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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Again, that’s the writer in you, Claire. 🙂
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Fable is just a warning I hope. Beautiful story Sandra. Loved it.
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Thank you Indira. 🙂
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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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I think she might be in something of a cleft stick now…. groan.
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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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Ah I too started to learn the violin. I couldn’t stand the derision… 😦 I can see how you were put off your lessons.
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Something tells me there was more truth than lie there. That teacher certainly has something planned, I reckon.
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I think Amelia will soon know the score. (Another groan…. )
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Every young person should be told that story.
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If they don’t get told it, I’m sure they eventually learn it the hard way. Thanks for visiting, Dawn.
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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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🙂 Thanks for visiting.
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Great story Sandra. Hope the teacher only wishes to teach her a valuable lesson.
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I hope so too. 🙂
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Oh no this does not bode well for the young lady.
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You’re right there. 🙂
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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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Exactly so, Suzanne. 🙂
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Wonderful.
Beautifully built, and the ending is ominous but open just enough for uncertainty.
Another master class in story telling.
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Thank you CE. 🙂 Uncertainty… ambiguity. The seasoning for a short story, together with a dash of ‘sinister’ which you do so well.
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Clever pick-up on the piano. I wonder if she’ll get her Grade 4.
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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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I think you saw just about all the possibilities in this gah! 🙂 Well done.
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I liked this, especially all the unanswered questions it raised
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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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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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Mr. Wilson may be a sleaze, but at least he isn’t teaching her ABBA.
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But then again, I repeat myself. No ABBA!
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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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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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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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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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Oh dear – I have a bad feeling about this.
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Very interesting story, it left me wondering what will happen next.
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There’s more to this piano teacher than meets the eye. Very disturbing ending.
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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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Brilliant build up. A very creepy story played out between what is actually said. Very clever!
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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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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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Oh scary piano teacher!!!!
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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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