Rochelle sets us a one hundred word flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, every week. Come and have a go, if you think you’re bard enough.
We were destined to be rock gods. We imagined we had everything necessary, apart from the instruments (we didn’t consider talent at any length). There were instruments in the store at school. The solution was obvious: “borrow” school’s.
What seemed such a simple operation in daylight, proved a nightmare after dark. When we heard the janitor coming, we panicked, abandoned the instruments, and ran for the back hedge. The rest of the band got over with minor bumps and scratches. I left more behind than instruments. Any chance of playing music to my children was left dangling on that railing. (100)