The last note faded on the strings. The gathered handful of listeners gave polite applause. One guy flipped a coin into my bag.
People bustled past on their commutes. As I was about to begin my next song I saw her. She was exiting the train station in a hurry as usual.
For the last three months I had seen her every weekday morning. She never stopped to listen, just kept on walking without pausing. I had tried different songs: fast and slow; loud and soft; romantic and angry. Nothing seemed to interest her.
Last Friday, as she sped past, a piece of paper had fallen from her pocket. I stopped mid-song to pick it up.
Now it was time to put my weekend’s work into action. I struck the opening chord on my guitar and sang as loudly as I could.
I saw her stop and turn. Our eyes met. She smiled, turned and walked on.
Tomorrow she will be back. Maybe she will smile at me again.
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
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