Here is another piece of flash fiction. Again, it’s a ‘Drabble’ being 100 words long and having a beginning, middle and end. It was inspired by a scene I saw on holiday, but it’s completely fictional. Rather entertainingly, we subsequently met some of the performers – including the two lads – in a taverna and were able to express our enjoyment of the concert.
A writer’s perspective
Those who were to perform in the Festival concert were in the front rows of the audience. Two young men sat side by side. The compere introduced a piece for solo piano, and both boys stood up. One went to the piano, the other stood at the side, recording a video of the performance.
Were they a gay couple, I wondered? The youth turned, looked at me; I smiled back.
Afterwards, he asked me why I had stared at him, rather than watch his friend performing.
“I am a writer. I have to look where other people are not looking.”
Oh, Penny! Couldn´t you change the last sentence? Than I would say I understand! ““I am a writer. I have to look where other people are not looking.”…I was feeling the story just until this last sentence. Eye contact can be a magical thing. It can just disconcert you. Sometimes, it is just fortuity chance, but sometimes you fix somebody for some reason…….
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I’m glad I’m not the only one at live show who actually looks and probably stares a little, at other actors, directors , stage hands, etc, anything but the show on stage, i seem to engross myself in the outskirts out-runners of the show, as they busily go about their tasks, in backgrounds of the production……..
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Thank you for the comment. I agree. There’s often much of interest to be seen there.
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Dear Someone Special!
Thank you for reading and commenting. The last sentence is a key to how I like to write.
All the best
Penny
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Thank you Penny and thanks also Ivor, I think I understood now. The normal big events have also no need to be written down..people can feel them “live”. The more interessting things are the little secrets, which happens in silence?
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