Anna Maria led her friend Charlotte into the parlor where, with a flourish of her hand, she displayed the small spinet she and her husband had purchased for their son.
“Oh my, it’s lovely,” gushed Charlotte politely.
“Yes, it was terribly expensive of course, but our son has shown such promise with his musical talents that we simply could not bear to stifle his creativity,” Anna Maria beamed.
“Well, I’m sure he’s quite good,” Charlotte replied, forcing a smile.
“Oh, he not only plays, he’s even writing his own songs now. Wolfgang! Come here please.”
A young boy of about five appeared from the other room.
“Wolfgang, please play that ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ song you just wrote,” asked Anna Maria.
Charlotte rolled her eyes.
“Great,” she thought jealously. “Everyone thinks their child is a prodigy.”
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less. I apologize for going over the limit this week.
While Mozart did not write either the lyrics or the music for Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, (although the tune is sung to one of his variations of Ah vous dirai-je, Maman) it is often attributed to him and thus I used it with some “artistic license” to help identify him in this story.]