Grimwaldt’s Choice – Short Story

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   MY BLOOD HAD frozen. I was as sure of that, as I was that I would freeze to death. Come spring, a forensics team would paw over my defrosted body. But only if the wolves or bears let me be.

Morbid thoughts. Were they a sign I was resigned to the end, or just a reminder from my survial instincts on what possibilities lay ahead? I hadn’t the energy to postulate.

Composing music in a remote cabin had its merits. I’d completed one work of beauty. I was certain of that. Only the whipping arctic winds, northern lights and solitude could have gifted me such a creation. And yet, it would be my legacy. I had written a poorly scripted letter accompanying the pages of music for a living soul to find.

Just thinking about writing, I looked at my fingers protruding from navy cotton gloves. Cracked, blistered and dry, curled inwards from sub zero temperatures, like blunt talons. I tried to move one of them, any of them, scarcely registering movement.

Sitting against a wall, legs out in front, I looked at it. A masterful piece of craftmanship. Dark maple wood like suspended treacle, and keys I regretfully know to be from the tusks of elephants. But boy those ivories made a sound; the softest, sweetest melody. My fingers so easily became extensions of them when I played.

I looked at them again. Gnarled and fading in colour. Even if I was saved in this instant, I knew frostbite had won over my extremities. I would never play another key again.

It would be easy to be regretful at this moment. I’d chosen to live here, cut off from civilisation, to regain my pride and joy, to show the world Grimwaldt was still the master.

Food had run out days ago. I’d never go short on water with all the snow and ice outside, but I couldn’t boil it anymore. No fuel. I’d burnt every flammable item in the one room cabin, except my clothes and the piano.

My attention turned to the fireplace. A tiny ember surrounded by ash, refused to die. At least the bed had provided me with comfort through beautiful dancing flames.

Judging by the size of the ember, it would start a fire with some coaxing.

There I was. Stripped to my very essence by the cruelness of winter; a man and his piano. My livelihood, my death. I’m sure pianos burn well. Maybe, they can stave off death, but there was no guarantee I would be saved. Nobody was due for another week. No piano can burn for a week. Even in my state I amused myself with that thought. I had been burning pianos for decades! In Vienna, in New York and Moscow! I could almost hear the clapping once more, quieter, but still present, and I could visualise the standing ovations that were so very hard to come by.

Ahhh. My sixty four year old eye lids closed. I was on the stage of the Grosser Musikvereinssaal in Vienna. My only son had first watched me there.

My eyes opened again, the light darker outside, my mind decided.

I would not burn the piano. That way, someone else could play..

first posted 2016

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11 thoughts on “Grimwaldt’s Choice – Short Story

  1. I remember this one well, and enjoyed reading it just as much as I did last time. I could almost feel his frostbitten fingers and see the ember refusing to die.

  2. You really are an authentic storyteller. Never stop writing. You have a wonderful gift.

    1. Kind words, thank you 🙂
      I kinda can’t stop one way or another, you better not either!x

    2. I agree with Tosha! Well done, Mr Fionn Grant!

      By the way, there is a typo or spelling mistake in your sentence “a reminder from my survial instincts”.

      May you enjoy a wonderful weekend in Scotland!

      1. You are very welcome, Fionn! You do write very well and it is obvious that have an imaginative way of weaving a narrative to deliver the plot.

        I would be grateful if you could kindly give me the writer’s perspective (or indeed any perspective or opinion) on my specially written post by leaving your feedback at the comment section of the post at https://soundeagle.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/the-quotation-fallacy/

        Thank you in anticipation. 🙂

      2. Please be informed that you might need to use a desktop or laptop computer with a large screen to view the rich multimedia contents available for heightening your multisensory enjoyment at SoundEagle’s websites, some of which could be too powerful and feature-rich for iPad, iPhone, tablet or other portable devices to handle properly or adequately.

        May you have a wonderful week ahead!

  3. A great scene with a well crafted ending. Accepting our fate without an act of desperation. A sacrifice made for the greater good. An final act to show who we really are. Yep all that….I look forward to more!

    1. Thanks very much for sharing your thoughts on the piece. Trully appreciated.

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