Last week, Matty admired the large refracting telescope in the palace’s observatory. It’s Stargazing Day and there are ordinances in effect to control light, giving the capital city Aventine a star-studded night sky. The observatory’s a great place to be. Matty’s not all that happy to be there, however, and his thoughts have wandered to his birthday a few months back, when his mother gave him an incredible present.
Matty removed the silky black disk and held it by its edges. The paper in the center had a dog looking into the horn of a strange device, sitting under an arc of type. “His master’s voice,” Matty read, “Sibelius, Violin Concerto.”
His mother explained, “It’s an album.” Matty moved his wrists to admire the way the light shined off the surface.
Amazed, he asked her, “From whose cold, dead fingers did you pry this?”
Please check out the other talented writers participating in this week’s Six Sentence Sunday. These are some of my favorites: Sarah Ballance, Krystal Wade, Monica Enderle Pierce, Siobhan Muir, Sarah W., Steven Montano, and Goran Zidar.