The Concert

Looking across the water, he could see the blue glow of the stadium. He thought he could feel the dull thud of the drums as they shook the ground, but he wasn’t sure. He should have been there. They had bought the tickets for the show together, giddy with excitement that they would be the ones attending the concert, earning jealous looks from all their friends. She had introduced him to the band, showing him what real music was like, and he had fallen in love with it immediately.

Last night they had found her corpse, strangled, carelessly tossed aside into the woods. His world shattered.

Now he stood staring at the concert hall, longing to be there with her, feel the music together. He knew he could never have done it alone.

© 2016

Friday Fictioneers, 13 May 2016

Photo prompt provided by Ceayr

7 thoughts on “The Concert

  1. That’s very sad. The history they shared at this music hall and their shared passion for music. Awful what happened to her and understandable why he can’t face the music hall alone. Well written Felicia. Your pieces are always so thoughtful.

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    • Sorry for causing you confusion! I meant he couldn’t have attended the concert alone after she was murdered the night before. Not sure yet who murdered her… though I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the husband.
      …Although, on second thoughts, the husband could have murdered her and now he thinks it would be too obvious to go to the concert alone, when he should be grieving the death of his wife… 😉

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    • Thank you! You’re right – and listening to the music that his wife used to listen to would be even more painful. And every time he plans to go to a concert with someone from now on, he’ll be terrified that the other person will be murdered right before…. 😉

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