Song, for One

I changed my name
You changed your mind…

Linzee squinted at the spotlights. Rows of apathetic audience saw only themselves in her mirrored lenses.

I should’ve listened
When you weren’t kind…

They were philistines, all of them. Uncultured. Uncaring. Still, better than him.

You think I’m all alone;
You think I’m yours to own!

Someone perked up. Another. Linzee strummed the crescendo to the chorus, sunglasses sparking in the rudimentary stage lights.

I shouldn’t’ve told you anything
Except where to shove that ring!

It didn’t matter. Tonight was hers; hers and those few who knew exactly what she sung.


Rock on, Charli, over at Carrot Ranch. (Not that Charli is Linzee, but that both keep rocking life.)

August 1, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a rock star. You can feature a central character or write about the feeling like a rock star. Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by August 6, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.


©2019 Chelsea Owens

20 thoughts on “Song, for One

  1. I love the way you’ve written this response, Chelsea, alternating her lyrics with her thoughts. It’s very clever. Are you sure it’s only 99 words? 🙂

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  2. Oooh…reminds me of what I did to one beau’s pre-engagement ring…
    I just gave it back. Let him think that another ring I’d actually found was from was from another…
    Things work out sometimes later than sooner.

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