Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Harplyrist -Flash Fiction

I wrote this piece for Warm-Up Wednesday over on Flash! Friday. Come check out what we are writing, and add your own story on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Harp. PD photo by Skitterphoto.

The Harplyrist
By Charity Paschall

You walk by without seeing me. Just a harplyrist. I’m here every day—nothing unusual. Unless you stayed to watch me, you would never know. I don’t sleep, though I am tired. I don’t eat, though I hunger. I am here; alive yet not; I hunger for life before. Before the deal. I was na├»ve; and all too vain. I needed to be the best, so I asked. He kept his bargain, but in exchange, I must play for him always–until death; so I wait—for a death that will never come. Because I made a deal with the devil.

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