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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Short Story: The Orchestra

'the flautist' (courtesy of Wikipedia)

Every once in a while at Incoming Bytes we yield  to distraction from serious issues and progress from fact to fiction.   I like fiction.  Why not?  It is winter, after all, close to -20C out in the snow and wind, so what better day to dawdle about and offer a short story?   Grab a cup of coffee, sit down, and enjoy  "the Orchestra".


                                                      The Orchestra  

"Double dog dare 'ya, Orchie! "  Arthur yelled.
 " 'Ya won't go higher !" 
 The five boys stood back, each secretly admiring the courage shown by the lithe blonde 11-year-old  in blue-jean shorts.  She came  equipped.  A silver-coloured trumpet dangled on a piece of twine from her belt.
"Will so! " she shouted  from high above them in the huge white oak tree. 
"No watching either!" she shouted. She stretched for the next branch. The trumpet swung, banging against the trunk.  
"You gotta  be where I carved my initials!" Arthur yelled.
"She's already higher,  she's braver than you, stupid!
" Is not!"
" Is too!"   
Orchie stopped climbing and sat on a branch. 
 "I'm higher already,  Dewie!"  She pointed below her.
  She pulled out a red-handled jackknife and quickly carved a heart in the bark.  She traced her initials with the small blade, chips of bark and wood sifting down in the mottled sunlight.  
"There!" That proves it, if you're brave enough to come see it!" she giggled.
"You're not finished yet, double dog dare, remember?"  Big Bob shouted.
 " 'Ya gotta play "The Yellow Rose of Texas" hanging upside down! " Arthur yelled.
"Are you kidding?"  I already climbed higher than you did!  "Have  you no honour?" she shouted down at them .
" You promised you would join music class if  I got here, every one of you!"
Middle Bob looked up and nodded. "She's right, we said 'scout's honour, hope to die if we lie', remember, scout's honour ? "
Arthur smirked. " It would still be funny to see".
"If she falls it's your fault" Little Bob,  the smallest kid said. "I'll tell my mom".  
"Them branches aren't too big"  Middle Bob agreed, squinting up into the sunlight.
"I know what we'll  do,"  Arthur offered.  "We'll compromise".
"Hey, Orchie! " he shouted. |"We'll let you off the hook!" 
"You can hang upside down and play "She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain", -- two lines!"
"Suit yourself! " Orchie laughed.  "That's easy!".
She wrapped her legs around the narrow trunk, locking her feet together  and hung, backwards, head down, looking at them.
"Wow, she's so brave!" Little Bob said. "Braver than us!"
"Poor boys!" Orchie laughed. "Anyone can do this!"   She reached down and grabbed her trumpet and began to play.  Arthur sang along:
"She'll be comin' 'round the mountain when she comes!"
"She'll be drivin' six white horses when she comes!" -----

Five jaws dropped in dead silence.
The white blouse separated from  blue jeans, exposed a pale midriff but little else. They stared.  
"Whooot whooooooot !"  "See that?"  Arthur shouted. 

"That's it!" Orchie said,  her face bright red, dropping the trumpet to the end of it's cord.
She quickly righted herself and swung down, branch to branch, lightly dropping  to the ground in front of them with the grace of a cat.  She blared a few notes loudly at them.
 It sounded dangerous,  like a cavalry charge.
 "Get a good look boys?" she challenged, nose to nose.  Dewie shook his head violently, looking at the others.  Arthur  backed away.
Silence.  Faces were red. She laughed.  "You'll need more courage than that!"  
" Now you have to sign up, ---so you'll be playing, um.... violin,  boys?"  she laughed. "Our new orchestra needs a trombone player and a flautist too."
She laughed. "Last one showing up will be the flautist".  She smirked.
 The boys  cringed.   
"--By the way, boys," Orchie added, " three o'clock.  Be brave. Mrs. Veinerschlappen  is waiting for you!"
 She laughed and turned away. Her determined, crabby aunt would be delighted with the new recruits.
 The boys began arguing, wrestling, and punching one another.
"You be the flautist, dummy!" 
"It was your idea to challenge Orchie, so you gotta be the flautist!" Dewie argued.
"What's a 'flautist' anyway?"  Little Bob asked. 
"Ask Arthur,--he's  it !  Dewie laughed, shrugging. 

 Is that incoming I hear?


  1. That was so great - character, tension, action and humour all there. Loved it.

    1. Sharon, thank you for the wonderful compliments! I'm so glad you like it! Thank you for dropping by. ":) ~R

  2. hahaha... I enjoyed this so much. Thanks for a lovely read, Raymond. :))

    1. Mandy, thanks for commenting, I'm glad you smiled and enjoyed it! ~R

  3. You absolutely amaze me, Raymond! Where in the world do you get such unusual material? You are in a league by yourself. I admire your writing SO much. Good job! Don Hancock

    1. Don, thanks for dropping by. Sometimes I have to wonder where this stuff originates too. Maybe the muse is a strange character? Thanks for the wonderful encouragement, you have certainly made my day! ":) ~R

  4. This was a lovely story. Congrats on making the milestone past 10,000 visitors. Great job for such a relatively short time up and running.

  5. Thanks, Glory! I'm glad you like it! Hey, yes, finally over 10G--when I catch up to your numbers I'll cheer! Thanks for commenting! ":) ~R

  6. What a nice departure for today to the world of fiction. And I'm not just saying that because you included 'woot woot' in the story!! Shout out to the girls and the double dog dares!

  7. haha! Christyb, your comment made me smile! Wooot wooot! I'm glad you enjoyed it! ~R

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    1. Thanks, Pearl! I'm glad you like the way the muse speaks..and thank you for visiting...welcome! ~R

  9. Greetings my friend...Excellent piece! So glad I finally found my way here. I kept clicking your gravatar and nothing, today I clicked your name and up you popped...Thank you for your wonderful words. Most enjoyable. Be well and stay in the light. Sending wishes for a wonderful Valentines day and beyond....Blessings...VK

  10. hi VK, thank you for the kind compliments! I do hope you enjoy these highly varied articles. Blessings to you too. ":) ~R

  11. Thanks, Renee! Thank you for dropping in! ":)

  12. You did Orchie proud, Ray! Love it!! :-)

  13. ah, there is a spunky 12 year old in your classic heart, he knows the the stones and hard rocks of life so well i hear him in your speech every now and then..thanks for letting him express the joy of living and the hopes sustained..


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