Music at Dawn
He could hear a melodious tune. It filtered into his sleep. The rhythm was drowning. He woke up wondering where the music was coming from. It was the wee hours of the morning.
He went out of his cabin to look around. A dense fog hung over the river. The water was the orchestra. He was bewildered. He had never seen such a mystery before. As the tune changed, the harmony was unparalleled. He went closer to have a full glimpse of what was playing before his eyes.
Suddenly, the fog parted into two. It later came back and dispersed.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello, Thompson. The idea of music at dawn was so dramatic, Thompson. And I love it so much. But I found your story so intriguing and mysterious. I can’t wait to hear the mystery behind it. Well done. Nice to read a story from you again.
Thank you, Lotchie. I’m glad you like my story.
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