Welcome to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week, he will post a photo grabbed off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits. The cover image is from artbyrandy at Morguefile.
My Submission 🙂
He’d stood in that same spot at the park for years. Despite what passersby thought, he was not busking having inherited a hefty sum of money when his parents passed away. Still, people would toss him a few coins or dollar bills, which he donated to the local food bank. But, he preferred they just listened and enjoyed. Everything he played was his own creation, and nothing brought him more joy than a tapping foot, bobbing head, or a child winging out their arms and spinning to his songs.
Then, one day, a little girl passed him a bouquet of flowers. Tears filled his eyes.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he smiled.
“You look just like my Granddad,” she said.
“Is he here?”
“Can I meet him?”
She snickered. “You’ve already met, silly.”
The man’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall the throngs of people that had come by that day. “Where is he?” he asked.
With a sweet smirk, she said, “He’s in your soul. Granddad chose you to play my most favorite song!”
I just made up this song the other day, he thought.
But her endearing eyes urged him to resume, and the little girl hummed along, knowing every single note.
To participate or just enjoy other submissions, please visit Fandango at, https://fivedotoh.com/2021/01/11/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-100/