Flash Fiction

Broken dreams

‘Make us proud!’ were Mum’s last words.

I’d smiled, weighed down by not just my violin as I entered the Conservatorium of Music, ready to audition for a spot like generations of my family.

They buried me in my favourite jade dress yesterday, along with their lifelong dreams.

© Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (7 Sep 2020)

Featured image by Ylanite Koppens from Pexels

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  • Christine
    11 September 2020 at 2:26 am

    Failed auditions are bad enough, but when the weight of the family’s regard is on you, too – oof. This was a quick trip from hope/pride to despair.
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  • northie
    11 September 2020 at 5:13 am

    Expectations… *scowls* You told a lot of story in those few words.

  • Jen Mierisch
    11 September 2020 at 11:59 am

    The weight of the violin and the expectations! I wanted to know how she died.
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  • Ajay Patel
    15 September 2020 at 6:24 pm

    Your article is really awesome. I am glad to read this great post. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful article. Keep posting.