An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
Bradley Hornblower lived up to his name. He had amassed a collection of unfamiliar and odd musical instruments from the past. Each was tested to see what kind of noise it made.
Thus it was, when he came across a strange horn in his favourite antique shop, he had to try it. Pursing his lips, he blew into what seemed the likely mouthpiece.
A mournful bellow of wavering sound was produced. A curious crowd gathered as Bradley tried to produce a tune from the thing. Finally, one of the onlookers spoke up.
“Why are you blowing into a motorcycle exhaust?”
Word count: 100
For no particular reason, apart from the fact I like writing 100-word stories.
Self-administered prompt: Instrument.
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