Some Day….

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The alley was empty.  Soon it would be full of delivery trucks and people preparing for the day.

Del half noticed that the lamps were dark and the street light.  It was the other way around when he was heading home to change after the gig.

He hated his work and was always tired.

As the newbies they played their three sets after the popular bands had played theirs.  Made for late nights and small audiences.

He played through a tough line in his mind, wishing he had time to practice.

“You’re late,” Bob said as he opened the door.


word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Roger Bultot. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

25 thoughts on “Some Day….

  1. Ain Starlingsson, forestbathing hermit

    Better than frying up eggs and mushrooms for the customers in the caf, in the morning I suppose, but sounds like he is caught bang in the middle of a rut he’s never going to climb out of….

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Hi Rochelle, when my brother’s band used to play in NYC, the all night bars would have the most popular band at prime time, say 9 to 11, a pretty popular but smaller opening band open for them, another pretty popular band at 11, a not so popular band at 1 and the newbies at 3, playing to like one or two drunks. Hopefully Bob does understand, but…



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