Good Wednesday afternoon, ladies and gents! The sun is shining beautifully here on the south shore of Montreal. Tomorrow it is supposed to rain cats and dogs and then we are expecting a week-long heatwave starting Friday… I’ll try to enjoy today as much as I can before work! That said, before I go back out there and attack the weeds, I share with you this little 100-word story based on our hostess with the mostest’s own picture of her Luv’s music room. Thank you, always, Rochelle, for not only being here week after week, encouraging us to write and up our game, but for always supplying your own fabulous take on the prompt.
As always, do join in by clicking on the blue frog below. It’s a great challenge that teaches you how to choose your words carefully. 100 ain’t a whole lot to write a story!
“…. and this is my music room.”
“You play all these instruments?”
“Yep! Wanna hear some?”
“Yes, please. I’d love to. What is your genre?”
“You tell me after you’ve heard me play. How about that?”
She nodded yes, thrilled that he was going to play just for her.
He picked up his guitar and she marvelled as his fingers caressed the instrument.
The melody was beautiful, his voice a rich baritone.
“So? What say you?”
“I’d say a country-influenced crooner is what you are. You must have loved her very much.”
A shadow crossed his face. “With all my heart.”