He played his fiddle for the passengers on the ferry boat that carried them from one island to the other.
It didn’t pay very much, since he worked exclusivity for tips, but he was retired and didn’t do it for the money.
He did it because he loved to play the fiddle, he was outside in the fresh air every day, and he loved seeing how much joy his music brought to the faces of those he played for, especially the youngsters.
Written for this week’s Three Line Tales from Sonya. Photo credit: Calum MacAuley.
Welcome to July 23, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “precocious.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.