Contest entry. The photo is the prompt. Won’t know results for several weeks. Fun to write. Enjoy.
“They love it. They love it.” She hugged me. Hugged me twice.
“How can you tell?” I yelled.
She hit me, then pulled us from the mayhem. I’m too old for this. My ears can’t take it. I had written a song. It was a song from a poem. It was meant for an older crowd, people of my generation —…