For Fandango’s Story Starter #19, where we build something around the following phrase:
There was something about a music box that always made me…
As we entered the front parlour, the best room of the house, reserved only for Sundays, I took my place on the settee and, with trepidation, adjusted my collar and held my breath.
My wife turned the key in the box on the sideboard, next to our bone china tea service.
As the music started playing, and my wife began singing in accompaniment, I simply could not resist any longer.
There was something about a music box that always made me cry.