Short Story | Ambassadors

@ShortStory 
            
            Jenny had just poured my coffee, with a cheery “There ya go, hon”, when the door from the diner’s kitchen swung open. My eyes darted straight ahead, focused on nothing.
            
            “You OK, hon?”
            
            I didn’t hear her. I could only hear the sound from the radio playing being the door.
            
            “Hon?”
            
            The door swung shut again. “Uh? Oh. Yes. Thanks. Senior moment.”
            
            “Yeah, you looked a little lost there for a minute,” she laughed. “Let me know if you need anything.”
            
            “Will do. Thanks.”
            
            Jenny left and I stared across the table at the empty chair. “Remember this?” I whispered.

@ShortStory
            Melon hummed along the tune, racking her brain for the lyrics. Sometimes, she would remember only to realises she had mixed different songs. But her frustration didn’t deter her from trying.
            "For god sake melon stop it. It would stick with me too." 
            Melon looked over to her angry little sister tapping away at her keyboard. She couldn't help but mischievously smile as she hummed louder singing along random lyrics.  It would aggravate her sister enough to try correct her lyrics. Afterall, they had spent their whole childhood listening them together on their father’s radio as they made unforgettable memories.

@ShortStory "Forgotten Beats" 
            
            “Grandma, what’s this noise?” Mia asked, wrinkling her nose as the crackling radio played.  
            
            “That’s music, sweetie,” Grandma replied, bopping her head to the tinny sound.  
            
            “Music? Sounds like someone’s phone buffering.”
             Mia scrolled TikTok. “Where’s the bass drop? The autotune? The fire beats?”  
            
            Grandma sighed. “This is real music. Sinatra! Timeless classics.”  
            
            Mia snorted. “Sinatra? Is he on Spotify?”  
            
            Grandma gasped, clutching her pearls. “Spotify? He’s on vinyl!”  
            
            Mia tilted her head. “You mean, like, an NFT?”  
            
            Grandma blinked, then muttered, “We’re doomed,” as the forgotten melody faded into static, drowning her nostalgia under Mia’s latest remix.

@ShortStory Doh! Sorry, senior moment, as my protagonist  might say :) Thanks for letting me know, moved now.

@mediocrebrit — Hi, there. Thank you for posting this. But to qualify for the drabble challenge, it must be posted in reply to the prompt post, the next one along from here.

@ShortStory Thank you so much 

@ShortStory got a few wanting to join this figured I would get the word out -- the thing with novellas on Wattpad -- make sure they're set up on four acts and size that would make it an easier to check out on a laptop or tablet, but what about the #nonfic version of this to work with,  I have a few who are working on visuals for my cousin's anthology and I have new articles on the network.  Get the word out no problem; good luck all involved.

Yayyy! Let’s get to writing ✍ 

@justthebadassme — The Open Novella Contest has just been announced.

@ShortStory Thank you!

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