Unfortunately,
“High” School has been a disappointment. I understand that it takes some
time to build an audience, but my Friday Fiction segment has the least amount
of traffic and virtually no responses to it. I am discontinuing the story and
will replace it, for the time being, with offerings for the Snapshot Prompt
over at Chasing Revery.
The prompt
used the picture below and needed to include the following words: Flamenco,
Spotlight, Mud, Runway, and Tragedy. Whether poem, story, or just a segment of
a story the bit should be less than 500 words; however, I like the challenge of
putting out a complete story in that short amount of space.
Mom and Dad
wanted to see the great Vincente Montoya perform the Flamenco at the Druid’s Retreat. They kept talking about how it was
“a rare opportunity that few had the fortune to attend.” That usually meant
boring.
When the
lights went out and the spotlight
followed the dancer as he marched down the runway
it looked as if this outing might not be too boring. Vincente swung his hands
to his side and stomped his feet, making more noise than an entire room of
kindergarteners. This would definitely be the guy to get if you had a bug
problem at your house.
Then it was
over. Watching the Flamenco hadn’t been boring at all. Dad wanted to wait in
the foyer and meet Vincente. Let him. There were better uses of time than
standing around for the rest of the day hoping that Mr. Stomps would come out
so that his fans could gush all over him. Yeech.
A trip to
the bathroom turned into a stroll through the building and then outside where
there was plenty of tempting mud.
Straying off the path could only end in “tragedy”
and there was really no need since a stone path led out to a strange hedge in
the back.
The path
ended in a green door that was set in the middle of the brush. It opened easily
and revealed a beautiful garden inside. This was a perfect place to spend an
hour, or so, while the parents sought an audience with the King of Dance.
All of the
trees, flowers, and chirping birds belonged alongside elves and pixies. Those
thought in turn led to images of fantastic creatures dancing in the middle of
this green heaven.
Tap. Tap.
Tippity-tap.
Unheard
music inspired an impromptu dance.
Tap.
Rappa-tap. Tippity-tap-tap.
Of all the
ideas Mom and Dad had come up with, this one turned out to be the best.
The
internal music stopped.
“Bravo.”
The voice of a man came from the entrance of the garden. It was deep and friendly.
More importantly though, it was Vincente Montoya.
Great job, Randy! I really like that picture, too.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Carrie Sorensen gets the credit for the picture though. It's from her blog.
DeleteThank you, Shelly. It's of my son, your comment inspires lots of smiles. :)
DeleteI like this a lot. I like the idea of making these a complete story too. I can't wait to see more from you in next weeks prompt.
ReplyDeleteWell thank you, but I think the real kudos go to Carrie Sorensen at Chasing Revery and Nicole Pyles at World of My Imagination for coming up with the prompts. They are great fun, but I am glad that you like how I attempt to make a complete story out of them. I find that more challenging. Besides, it irks me to not have an ending for my bits.
DeleteI liked this! I could totally understand that inner dread as a kid when your parents take you to something you think will be dull, but it turns out to be so cool! Good writing! :)
ReplyDeleteThank Nicole. I appreciate the great comments.
DeleteI love the photo and you did it justice. Thank you for such a great story. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are certainly welcome, but I think the thanks goes to you for putting up a great writing prompt.
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