• Published 20th Dec 2019
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150 or Below - KwirkyJ



Exploring truths expressed in not more than 150 words.

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smorzando l'istesso

True Tone grudgingly floats the binder back to me. "You're no fun, Octavia."

Expression tightly measured, I warily receive it, cautious that their 'game' might resume. Once it is in my hooves, cradle it tightly. I will examine it closely multiple times later, alone, secure, checking for smudges or tears or missing pages.

They should know better than to take a musician's sheet. It is air to her lungs, the ensemble's soul distilled. The score could be replaced, but my cues and notes written in accompaniment... The binder and the pages within are worn because they are used, are loved, are essential.

All for a bit of fun between themselves. At my expense. At my humiliation and horror.

"You need to lighten up." High Bee shrugs it off, the rest murmuring assent. "Sorry and all that."

"Accepted," I say, level as always.

How dare they.

Author's Note:

Title taken from musical nomenclature; roughly translated, diminishing or extinguishing, at the same tempo.

Written for the December 2020 prompt, "Pranked!"