A Wash

Thanks as always to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

And, yay me! I’m actually not on the cusp of the prompt expiring! ๐Ÿ˜€


A Wash

โ€œYou make a splash at Pine Falls, youโ€™re in,โ€ the record producer said.

Miri eyes the thunderclouds. She envisions the band playing in the rain like Prince at the Super Bowl. She urges the preceding act to play faster.

Finally, they take stage.

She sings, deep, throbbing, evocative into the microphone as Dylan strums a wailing riff.

The thunderstorm burrows in as the crowd hurries away.

In moments, sheโ€™s drenched, microphone limp as she watches every last person flee. When the thunder shakes the stage, she realizes that this couldn’t, wouldnโ€™t be the splash the producer predicted.

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16 thoughts on “A Wash

  1. Oh dear, not the splash she was looking for. I bet it was a pretty impressive show, though, even if no-one was left to see it.

  2. Sounds like the festivals we have in Scotland with our unpredictable wet weather! Some acts rise to it, for others it’s a washout! Good story ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Bummer. Poor Miri. Hopefully the producer won’t hold it against her. Perhaps the audience will return after the rain stops? ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Dear Sascha,

    I hope she doesn’t get electrocuted. Definitely not the kind of splash she’d hoped for but a memorable performance. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well done.



    1. I checked to see how it was that Prince wasn’t electrocuted during that Super Bowl halftime show and it was because everything is run on battery packs any more (or most things). Thanks, Rochelle! ๐Ÿ™‚

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