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Last week's entry to Microcosms 107 became, to me, an unexpected Judge's Pick. I'm always surprised when a story of mine gets placed, always think that others have done it better, and so am always appreciative of any kind comments or support that come my way. The story used the intro to Rammstein's Sonne as a framework. The video follows after the story if you want to check it out.
Elements: Arrogant Teen; Rock Concert; Horror
He saw them looking. Eyes flicking in his direction. Small smiles. Wanting to be noticed, to become the One. Jay suppressed a self-satisfied smirk. Attention was a small price to pay for a free ticket to see his favourite band; the girls had invited him. He didn’t notice Fran standing at the back of the group. He certainly didn’t remember how he’d humiliated her, the pretend date, the shared photos of her alone at the diner. His attention was on the stage. The countdown began.
Jay watched the lead singer, noted moves he could copy.
Fran moved closer.
Torches flamed against the backdrop. Jay ignored those around him.
Fran took another the step. The girls around her followed, giggling. A coven.
The drums rolled thunder, drew him in further. Jay was the lead singer, the girls his backing band.
They were behind him now.
Flame erupted from keyboards, guitars, drums.
The girls fanned out around him.
No longer present, Jay allowed the pounding metal to take him away from everything.
Fran whispered something in his ear.
Jay felt a light fluttering at his cheek. Ignored it.
The circle was complete. Fran spoke and the others responded. Call and response, each time with fire as their backdrop.
Fire soared over the crowd. Jay looked on in awe.
Fran ignited her own flame.
Guitars scraped through him, their jagged edge commanding his attention.
The coven took Fran’s fire, spread it between them.
On stage, glittery embers started to shower down from above. Jay yearned to be up there, absorbed by flame.
Fran read his mind. Saw his dreams. She was only too happy to comply, to fulfil his wish.
A writer - I think that says it all.