“Perfect, just perfect.”
Sarah could hear the sarcastic undertone in her mother’s voice. The clapping that echoed around the white-washed walls couldn’t hide the disappointment radiating from her skin.
Britany bowed in gratitude toward her audience but the quiver in her legs betrayed her nervousness. She knew their mother noticed the missing note in the ninth measure.
Sarah gave here sister a compassionate look as they passed each other on the stage. Britany’s eyes pleaded for help. Sarah couldn’t let her suffer for being less gifted.
As she poised the bow on the strings she made the decision to test her mother’s perfect pitch.
Written for Micro Bookends 1.50
Bookends: Perfect, Pitch