Keyboard Blues

23 Oct

For Friday Fictioneers  25 October 2013

dismantled keyboard

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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I asked him a million times to stop playing that damned keyboard when I was home, but week after week I had to remind him again.

The only song he knew  was ” Michael Row Your Boat Ashore”, as he played you could hear him reciting the numbers from the instruction booklet 1-3-5-3….. It was driving me insane.

On a particular morning when insomnia and misophonia united, I put an end to the misery. Admittedly, it was very therapeutic.

Dave walked into the parlor and looked down at the  mess.

“Why?”

” Crunch your corn flakes this morning and you’ll see first hand..”

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misophonia

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25 Responses to “Keyboard Blues”

  1. Anja October 23, 2013 at 7:20 am #

    Ummm marriage counseling next? lol

  2. Sandra October 23, 2013 at 8:14 am #

    Misophonia! Thank you. You’ve just introduced me to a condition I’ve been harbouring for years. (I nearly throttled the woman eating a bag of crisps next to me in the x-ray waiting room yesterday. And I have to leave the room whilst my OH eats his Frosties and toast in the morning.) A great take on the prompt – how I empathise with her.

  3. kz October 23, 2013 at 8:17 am #

    lol enjoyed this. i love the phrase when “insomnia and misophonia united”

  4. sustainabilitea October 23, 2013 at 9:09 am #

    I so know that feeling!! 🙂 Good job.

    janet

  5. mike olley October 23, 2013 at 11:21 am #

    I’d wait till those cornflakes were soggy. Funny story.

  6. DCTdesigns October 23, 2013 at 3:27 pm #

    Did he know she had misphonia when he married her? (BTW Love learning a new word). I pray he did not test her and crunch his cornflakes. I thoroughly enjoyed this.

    • high five and raspberries October 23, 2013 at 3:45 pm #

      Based upon a real condition that I and many others have. Hubby is fully aware of what he calls “my thing” and he would never dare to crunch anything in my presence..lol

  7. lingeringvisions by Dawn October 23, 2013 at 4:25 pm #

    Wow, scary; for the people around her.

  8. moondustwriter October 23, 2013 at 7:45 pm #

    she really had been patient

  9. rochellewisoff October 24, 2013 at 5:42 am #

    Dear Patricia,

    I feel her pain. The last line really resonated with me. Well played.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  10. dmmacilroy October 24, 2013 at 5:43 am #

    Dear Patricia,

    I hereby declare this story one of your best ever. A treat for the senses and an antidote for misophonia. Oh, how I love this.

    (I have misophonia {never knew what to call it before, so thank you} and cannot wait to educate the noise maker in my household.)

    Aloha,

    Doug

  11. summerstommy2 October 24, 2013 at 5:58 am #

    Great piece Patricia, very well told, made me chuckle as I have felt that way myself, especially in the movies with crunchy chip packets…

  12. Helena Hann-Basquiat October 24, 2013 at 8:15 am #

    Oh my god, Patricia, that last line is (excuse me) fucking awesome! Just brilliant.

  13. talesfromthemotherland October 24, 2013 at 1:23 pm #

    Great! Now I’ve got Michael Row Your Boat… running through my head! I can totally relate to this. With three teens, there was always some sound that made me grit my teeth. Nice job.

  14. elappleby October 24, 2013 at 3:52 pm #

    misophonia – not a fear of miso soup then? Wait, that would be misophobia! Nice story – and I learned a new word, which is always good 🙂

  15. Madison Woods October 24, 2013 at 4:47 pm #

    LOL, I too have the song running through my head now, thank you 😉 Great little story.

  16. etiennehanratty October 24, 2013 at 8:55 pm #

    I’ve been on the other side of this dynamic more than once. Great stuff.

  17. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) October 25, 2013 at 3:30 pm #

    Could he maybe learn to play Michael row the boat on corn-flake packages instead?… I guess there would be more broken things then…

  18. Lindaura Glamoura October 26, 2013 at 7:06 am #

    Took me a second to understand the last line, and then I really laughed. Good little story, of relationships, really.

  19. Steve Lakey October 26, 2013 at 8:11 am #

    Maybe he should have learnt a new song? Nicely written, Patricia.

  20. anelephantcant October 26, 2013 at 8:29 am #

    Absolutely wonderful!!!
    AnElephant loves it!

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