I had an idea for a character and Jean challenged me to write a story about it in 100 words. So I did:
Prrrrph peee-burrrph!
Edgar lowered the trumpet from his chapped lips and did his best to ignore the laughter and judgemental stares. His fingers were stiff from the cold. Inside the theatre he could hear the faint sounds of the rest of the orchestra. He sighed and read the Fire Assembly instructions for the fourth time. More laughter.
‘Of course you’re part of the orchestra,’ the conductor had insisted. ‘But if you’re in here, we have no depth. You’re my lost soldier, cooing from the horizon!’
So here he was, cooing, outside the fire exit, in his tuxedo. Doing his part.
