Flash Fiction #70


PHOTO PROMPT – © Dale Rogerson


Ever since I first saw Wynton Marsalis, I’ve wanted to play the trumpet. Man, that guy can blow.

I asked my Dad, but he said we can’t afford to buy one. I should learn to play Granddad’s Euphonium instead.

Euphonium??! Not even a real tuba? They don’t get money, fame and girls.  What does he think, I want to join the USC Marching Band?  Name me one famous Euphonium player.

“I was crossing the park bridge, going to the instructor’s. A guy on a bicycle bumped into me, and it bounced off the bridge – twice – and landed in the creek.”


Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

27 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #70

  1. micklively says:

    My mother used to knit balaclavas for me. How they made me itch. And they looked ridiculous. Strange how many of them were stolen from my locker.


  2. Dear Archon,

    I felt a bit of a disconnect between the last two paragraphs. Did I miss something?



    PS I was here.


  3. Dale says:

    The excuse he gave his father for “dropping” his lovely instrument, is what I understand from the last bit!


  4. stomperdad says:

    Bummer about that Euphonium. Hope there’s no chance of recovery!


  5. Euphoniums get a bad wrap!


  6. BrainRants says:

    Winton Marsalis is amazing. And yeah, you never hear about the ‘best euphonium blower who ever lived.’


  7. gahlearner says:

    There goes the instrument. And there goes his chance of being the first famous tuba player… he could have been a Youtube celebrety. I love it, great take.


  8. ansumani says:

    ha ha . Nice try by that young man.


  9. Melanie says:

    Is there a famous Euphonium player? There should be. Perhaps the MC can be the first.


  10. That’s one sure-fire way to fix the Euphonium problem.


  11. LOL I don’t think he is going to become the first world famous euphonium player.


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