Most of Rick’s life was performed solo and in quiet. He told himself he liked it that way, preferring to keep even his closest friends away from his secrets. But an aggressive woman and a stranger in town found a way to bring out his inner music.
Small town life still exists like this. The pace is slow, and everyone knows your name. And your business.
Short stories are definitely not my strong suit, and this attempt soon became a continuous story inspired by the challenge of First Line prompts. Constructive criticism and kind encouragement are more than welcome.
This was an amusing project Skinnydragon and I started almost a year ago. In it, characters from two of our stories spent a day together. Skinny asked me to complete the story, but it has taken me a long time to do so.