FFfPP — The Concert

img_1526Jenny was so excited. It was her very first live concert. Of course, she would rather have been there with her friends, but she was only twelve and she thought it was cool of her parents to take her to see her favorite band perform.

She couldn’t wait to get to school the next day and tell all of her friends that she went to the concert. It was all they’d been talking about since the concert had been announced a few weeks earlier. Everyone wanted to go. They’d all be so jealous of her that she actually went.

The band sounded great, even better than on their recordings. It was everything she had expected and more. The pyrotechnics were awesome, the fans were going nuts, and the air in the packed arena was filled with the aroma of pot. Was it her excitement that made her feel the way she was feeling, or was she getting a contact high? Didn’t matter. This was the best night of her life.

But that was before the massive explosion at the back of the arena.

(184 words)


Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: Jack Gittoes pexels-photo-761543 Concert.

13 thoughts on “FFfPP — The Concert

  1. Sight11 June 6, 2018 / 5:16 pm

    Never been to a concert. Hate crowds. But this was disturbing.

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  2. newepicauthor June 6, 2018 / 7:58 pm

    Nope, I won’t mention the Las Vegas shooting where a gunman opened fire on a crowd of concertgoers at the Harvest music festival.

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  3. rogershipp June 7, 2018 / 10:15 am

    Not the kind of ‘bang’ you want at a concert. Seems to be too real, now.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. leigha66 June 8, 2018 / 2:52 pm

    Sadly the state of the world now… it will not keep me from attending a live show however. Good story.

    Liked by 1 person

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