In my desire to work on my writing, I’m looking for all the prompts and challenges I can find, to get used to deadlines and just writing, period. On a few blogs, I saw mention of Friday Fictioneers and decided to look it up and probably join in. And I did. It’s more short short fiction, and I really enjoy the work it takes to make a story fit into a short amount of space. Here’s my entry for this week’s, following the picture.
Photo courtesy of John Nixon (also a participant)
Quick note – I have a hard time trying to figure out titles, but I have to admit – the title of the picture works best here.
She looked at her piece and smiled. With her father’s help, she delivered it to the music festival for the local opening band whose manager had called and told her they wanted it. She could feel the money in her pocket, but it wasn’t all that weighed on her.
Standing stage-side she remembered being in the crowd with Jonah, holding his delicate musician’s hands, dancing – the memory of him saying her name was the strongest.
“Rebecca? Rebecca? REBECCA!” The tap on her shoulder brought her back to the present.
She turned and all she saw was the smile pulling up his surprised face.