#Friday Fictioneers – My Love

Dark blue fabric mixed with oil shone on the smooth steel when applied. As the rag was drawn back and forth, It glistened with well kept pride as aged old hands dabbed the last drops from the instruments body. The cloth and oil were placed back in the dark walnut box and exchanged for a special solution for the lenses that released a mist he longed for everyday. Taking the red cloth out he smoothed out the streaks and polished the glass to perfection. Once his tools were placed back in the box he adjusted the settings on the knobs and watched his love.


6 Replies to “#Friday Fictioneers – My Love”

  1. I wonder what his love would think of being observed all the time. He does seem a bit obsessive. Great detail with the care of the instrument.

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