The curse was purported to be unbreakable; but the minstrel winked at the princess with a mysterious confidence.
“You hope to succeed where so many failed?” she asked dispassionately. “Very well. Which key will unlock my caged heart?”
The bard looked past the keys hanging from the ceiling, directly into her jade(d) eyes, and pulled out his flute. “I believe it’s ‘C’, my Lady.”
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
I love this, David! Very creative!!
Dwight
💘 Dwight 💘
Wow… Wonderful!🙏😀
💗 Komaljeet 💗
What a great take on this, David! Love this!
💟 Dale 💟
Oh, this is good – an unexpected ending – perfect!
💖 Sherry 💖
I liked this!
💓 LM 💓
I like the minor keys myself…(K)
😉 you must be thinking of a different princess
Fun one!
🤎❤️ Na’ama ❤️🤎
Love this!
❤ Lucy ❤ ~ thank you!
-David
Ooh-ooh! Flat-out prose. You go, man, you go! Nifty!
💪 Espie 💪
I absolutely love this David!!
💚💛 Carrie 💛💚
Very clever David! Clever with a C! 😉😛 I could say something about “pulling out his flute” but this is a clean establishment! 😛😉😂😂
Oops! The comment I left on your blog was a response to this one!
Haha! Figured as much! 😉😂
Clever!
🤍 Paula 🤍
Wonderful!
💞 thanks, Beth 💞