SUNDAY 23rd AUGUST 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..
THE HARMONY CIRCUIT
by John Yeo
Something had pulled the plug and fused the reliable harmony circuit! The fans were staying at home!
It was always the same, year after year for Brad and his group, ‘The Strangers.’ These young men had been making the rounds for about ten years. Their music was well liked and their fans would pay good money to follow them around and hear them perform. Brad Wilkins was the lead singer, at six foot tall, he had shoulder-length black hair he usually kept tied back in a ponytail. Onstage he would leave his locks flowing freely as he danced and pranced around the various stages of the different venues on the harmony circuit. Then there was his younger brother on drums, nicknamed Shorty Wilkins he was just 5’.5” tall with a shaved head and an earring in each ear that gleamed brightly under the stage lighting. James Brown on the lead guitar was a stocky fellow of medium height, a singer with a permanent scowl on his face, who was always referred to as the hard man of the group. Finally, on the bass guitar, there was the nondescript cheeky chappy, Barry Hall; always smiling and having fun, well loved by everyone. Barry was average height and build and always wore his trademark beret, to hide his receding blonde hair.
The group’s voices harmonised beautifully and they were a popular act on the circuit.
Then the global pandemic arrived and pulled the plug on everything. This virus took everyone by surprise and the group were locked down and out of work.
After four months of inactivity, Brad took a job as a dustman, his brother Shorty worked on the council as a road sweeper. James and Barry both became ill and recovered to a life of unemployment. Life for The Strangers had become extremely strange indeed.
© Written by John Yeo