The opening sentence for the May 19th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “This can’t be that hard.” Please use this sentence (or this thought) somewhere in your flash. (200)
He’d played the piano since he was three, mother imagining a great future as a classical pianist, but his heart and soul belonged to rock and roll. Thirty-five years later, he’d accumulated more records and concerts and tours than he’d ever imagined. Fame. Fortune. Money.
“This can’t be that hard,” he heard behind him. Glanced back, he saw a small boy sitting in front of the keyboard in the store window, plunking at the keys.
His frazzled mother stood beside him, trying, quite unsuccessfully, to persuade him to leave. The little boy, however, was adamant.
He walked over. “It really isn’t that hard,” he said, surprising both the mother and the boy. “Why don’t you do your shopping. We’ll fiddle on the keyboard.”
He sat down beside the boy. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Chris.” He leaned forward, blonde head beside blonde head. “You start with your fingers here….”