The town was in a hustle and a bustle with streamers drifting from streetlamps and colorful unlit candles covering the walls, the market stands, and any available flat surface. Music filled the town square with a jubilant cry, and couples danced through the crowds on their way to their destination.
A boy sat on the ledge of the fountain, strumming happily on his guitar. He smiled at everyone and thanked them whenever someone put a coin or two in his hat. People watched him often, as he was a very talented musician, and after they would leave another would take their place.
The boy ended his song and thanked the many people who dropped coins in his hat. Looking around, he saw that a girl had stood a few feet away with a bouquet of roses to sell. No one was paying any attention to her, and after a couple of hours of no success, she sat on the ledge of the fountain and sighed with defeat.
The boy smiled, as an idea had come to him, and he rushed off to a nearby stand. He returned and wrote some words and placed it in front of his hat. With a glint in his eyes and dimples on his cheeks, the boy began another song soon drawing in a crowd, twice the size of any other he had ever attracted. They saw the sign and followed happily.
When the song had ended, he looked down and saw roses overwhelming the hat and spilling onto the street. The boy looked over to the girl and smiled. She came over and sat right beside him on the fountain. Her coin purse was full, and she took the sign he had made in her hands.
The boy gathered the roses and grouped them together. He handed it to the girl, and walked away with his guitar, feeling like he had finally done something right.
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Abbey's Writing Prompts and Short Stories: Just a collection
Short StoryYes. these are my stories that I have not finished or are too short to put into a book of their own, so here they sit. Including: Silas and Shiloh, The Boy with the Guitar and the Girl with the Roses, Boston Skylines, and whatever else I come up wi...