Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Kent Bonham for providing this week’s photo prompt. My 100-word story follows:
The Day the Music Died
The neighborhood is quiet now. Joe heard about the boys who played their music every afternoon from his old friend Stan. He decided they must be good for Stan to offer to be their roadie. Stan said he would repay Joe favorably for letting them use his venue.
It warmed Joe’s heart to envision a bustling business again. The occasional school performance was the only action his stage had seen in years. The garage band played its first–and last–gig at the little theater in the one-horse town. It was a real blast. The check was in the mail.
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