WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS!
Seize the opportunity to free your muse and allow her take you on a magic carpet ride.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.
My stomach is in knots. It’s been years since I trod the boards. Will I freeze? Will I croak? Wrong part, I’m not Carlotta. The house lights are down. A few finishing touches to my makeup. I need to get backstage. There’s my cue.
“Think of me. Think of me fondly,…” *
A few hours later, I am back in my mind and out of Christine’s. They loved it. We even received a standing ovation. And all my friends said we’d get booed off the stage in this one-horse town. Boy, were they wrong.
* “Think of Me”, Phantom of the Opera.
A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes.
Dave Matthew’s Satellite
Whenever this song comes on, I am transported back to 1996 and a bar that I worked in Mark’s Place. I was the Sun through Wed night-cook. The kitchen closed at midnight, so I would tend the bar the rest of the night. Since I closed the slow nights of the week, there were many days that I was all alone for at least the last half hour of the night.
Up until sixth grade I went to Catholic school. In third grade, the school I went to had morning mass everyday before school and some holy days we would have mass later and sit with our class.
One of these holy days I was sitting with my class and was next to my teacher, Sister Em. After mass, Sr. Em pulled me to the side and told me that I had a beautiful voice and she wanted me to see if my parents would let me be in the kid’s choir for the church. I was thrilled and so were my parents. Eventually all my siblings and I were in the choir. We sang at the 10 am mass every Sun and even sang at some festivals, on the radio, and even recorded a tape. Continue reading