I settle into my seat in front of the stage. In a moment, the performer will take his place, having promised an evening of musical magic. His exact words were, “I’ve been working on a sweet jam.”
How could I pass that up?
He steps onto the stage to uproarious applause. Propping himself onto the stool, he holds up his instrument, and after a moment of contemplation, the notes of Hot Cross Buns fill the room.
Though I’ve heard the recorder tune enough during the week that it pierces my dreams, I pretend it is the sweetest of jams.
This story was inspired by this week’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sweet jam. My day job at an elementary school started just last week, and my room is next door to the music room. So I suppose recorder music was on the front of my mind.