The Summer of the Wasp (FFC52)

Flash Fiction Challenge
flash-fiction-badge Writing prompt: “Suffering a mid-life crisis, a man on the eve of his fiftieth birthday quits his job and goes on a quest to “get the band back together.”
 

Summer of the Wasp
By Thain in Vain

Blake Cleary had a sobering thought while pissing in the urinal in the employee washroom.

You simply can’t do this crap anymore.

“No, I can’t,” he said to his reflection, shook off and zipped up. He didn’t bother to wash his hands. He never did. It amused him to shake hands with customers knowing his junk had just lazed in his palm like a chubby grub.

Back on the sales floor Blake saw some spoiled brat fingering a Fender Stratocaster. He walked over and put out his hand. The kid took it.

“In a band?”

The kid shuffled his feet. “Ya, man. Just getting started.”

“Cool. What kind of music?”

“Uh, modern folk is what we like to call it. You know channeling Dylan, Young, Mumford & Sons, Summer of the Wasp, Son Volt. Stuff like that.”

“Nice influences. So, you looking at this Stratocaster?” He took guitar down for the kid, but held it. And in that moment, a rush from the memory bank surged plunking him in another time, like Proust’s Madeline cake. There he was. On stage at The Venue, the band playing their hit “Infinite Freedom” to a sold out crowd. It felt good. Right.

“Mister, can I try the guitar?” Blake looked at the kid.

“I’m turning fifty tomorrow,” he said to the kid. He’d been so close to music for so long working at the Music Emporium that he didn’t realize how far he had come from that world. He thought about Summer of the Wasp — the band that had shown him a future that he never got to live.

“Cool, man. Can I get the guitar?”

“No,” said Blake. It’s going home with me, man. And I’m getting the wasps back together.

5 thoughts on “The Summer of the Wasp (FFC52)

  1. Lucy says:

    Hey, mistress of ceremonies. Yes, you How have you been? The #13 prompt looks like fun. There is that word “sensitive” that one can bandy about. I belong to 2 other fiction challenges. The Daily post Weekly challenge and the Friday Fictioneers which is 100 words flash fiction. You should join us. Our prompt is a photo. The people are nice and you only have to write no more than 100 words. Talk to you later. Lucy

  2. Lucy says:

    Like a chubby grub? Is there anything you need to tell me sweetie? That was very picturesque. You do weave those words so well. I liked it. Lucy

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