X – Xylophone (A short fiction)

My daughter loved the music that came from the xylophone. Especially if it came from her dad’s xylophone. She has had a strange attraction towards the xylophone.

My husband, an art lover and more specifically a music lover always loved to play the xylophone for our daughter. The happiness that we saw in her whenever she heard the music was priceless.

So, he would come home from work, would get refreshed, have a cup of tea and would start to play the xylophone, to cheer up our daughter. My daughter absolutely would love it. Even, I loved his music. It was a treat to the ears. He was exceptional with his xylophone skills. Me and my daughter would be gleefully listening to the music, we would completely forget ourselves. Sometimes, we would get tears in our eyes with the happiness filled in our hearts.

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It was like a ritual for us daily. This would happen for several years, even after our daughter grew up till age 6.

Sometimes, I felt life was too good for us to be true. That’s when we had one bad day.

One bad day could change your entire life. That’s what happened with our family too. It was a day when our car met with a terrible accident. One speeding lorry hit our car and our car literally flew.

We were severely injured, since it was a highway, it took several minutes till medical help arrived in the form of an ambulance.

After that episode, our life changed upside down. After a few weeks at the hospital, we reached home.

From next day onwards, the ritual continued.

My husband came home from work, got refreshed, had a cup of tea and started playing the xylophone.

As usual the music was amazing. We both started crying, me and my husband. We cried so much that day. For the first time since he started playing the music, we cried because we were sad.

We cried thinking our daughter would have felt very happy if she was alive.

The End.

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Dear readers, please feel free to comment/critique my stories. It would be of immense help.  In case you already don’t know, I am writing this as part of the A to Z short story challenge

Here are the other stories that I have written as part of this challenge :

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

C – Critic (A short fiction)

D – Drip (A short fiction)

E – Escort (A short fiction)

F – Frock (A short fiction)

G – Greed (A short fiction)

H – Hero (A short fiction)

I – Insomnia (A short fiction)

J – Jigsaw (A short fiction)

K – Kick

L – Landline (A short fiction)

M – Minute (A short fiction)

N – Novel (A short fiction)

O – Overtime (A short fiction)

P – Proposal (A short fiction)

Q – Quarter (A short fiction)

R – Revenge (A short fiction)

S – Sunlight (A short fiction)

T – Typewriter (A short fiction)

U – Useless (A short fiction)

V – Vendetta (A short story)

W – Wild (A short fiction)

X – Xylophone (A short fiction)

Y – Yogurt (A short fiction)

Z – Zoo (A short fiction)

Please do take your time to read and drop in your comments.  Thanks.

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