She knew the music by heart
motioning to the man on the sound board
“can we do one run through first?
I want this recording perfect.”
He tweeked the settings pulling out her rich contralto tones.
“I’m ready,” she signaled head phones in place
She sang her heart out for her friend
“Happy Birthday Chris”
This 55 Flash Fiction is dedicated to a talented writer and photographer who I have the honor of working with At One Stop Poetry – Happy Birthday Chris Galford.
Thanks to G-Man for the weekly opportunity to write Flash Fiction in a mere 55 words.