Trumpet In The Desert

Photo by Sergey Pesterev on Unsplash

Prompts = Help, Under, Much

Under the glow of a full moon, Charlie’s car had decided it was done with life, coming to rest on the side of the lonely road that cut through the heart of the desert. At least it’d gotten him to the gig; home wasn’t in the cards.

‘Look, I’m not a religious man, but if anyone’s listening, I’d appreciate some help. Please.’

It’s midnight and I’m talking to cacti. Heat’s addling my brains.

But something answered.

The Spirit of the Desert hears your plea. You will never thrive but will always survive. Play your trumpet now. We’ll discuss details later…

The first (and currently only) story in this series is here: https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com/2021/04/its-your-turn- 

Links to other sites where I publish:

Read them on Blogger = https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com

Or Read them on Medium = https://medium.com/100-word-or-less-stories

Listen to them on YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva

Write your own on Discord = https://discord.com/invite/qW2jgWwc7Q

Independent, Flourish, Help

Maybe it’s the new coronavirus or something else, but I feel like death warmed over. There is no way I can do my Uber gig but I need money. Despite my aching head, I came up with a solution: ask my friend (actor, singer, waiter) to drive for me and take a percent. Surprisingly, he agreed.

Even more surprising, he had a blast. He said he wanted to not only help me but put a flourish on the job, make the role of independent contractor shiny and new. He taped the whole thing.

And he wants to drive next Saturday.