(Author’s Notes: None. Write and go, as they say. Enjoy the fictioneers this week!)
Grazin’ In The Grass
by Miles H. Rost
Hot and humid, but also quite a beautiful time for listening to music.
I’d spend many hours sitting in the breezeway of my house, listening to the radio and recording the disc jockeys doing their thing. It was something that really inspired me.
It went everywhere I would go, but it always returned to that breezeway, close to where Dad did his accounting work and where he’d grow hot peppers. The music of my youth, the soundtrack of my life.
Until I was sent outside to play by my mom. Then I had to take my music with me.
Wonderful writing this week! Enjoyed that little memory shared.
That was sweet
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Lovely memory that was well written. You took me back to a simpler time.
This is definitely a Gas! Love it.
A touching piece.
I guess a breezeway is like a veranda? Very evocative story.
Music and memories 🙂
Brilliant! Music can hold such powerful memories
Love the poetic nuances of your piece. Like the music you love!💐
Yes, you caught the mood, time and place perfectly