Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

Different Life (Flash Fiction: Day 13)

Prompt: Another day

Brian yawned.  It was 7:30 on a Saturday morning, but the sun streaming through his window poked him fully awake.  He lay there for a few minutes, then got up and scrambled some eggs for breakfast.  Elise was coming over, so he vacuumed the floor to provide some semblance of cleanliness.  He dusted off the pictures of his college graduation and sighed when he reached the picture of his mother, who had died the year before.  Passing the bookcase of well-worn books, he thought briefly of all the vast amounts of knowledge he had crammed into his head.  Was his electrical engineering degree worth all those sleepless nights and hundreds of thousands of dollars?  Was his successful job worth the monotony of his life?  His glance flit over to the cello that lay untouched in the corner.  He reached out for it, brushed some of the dust off, then started as the doorbell rang.  Elise.  He prepared himself for small talk, something he’d never been good at.  Maybe in a different life.

Brian yawned.  It was 7:30 on a Saturday morning, but the sun streaming through his window poked him fully awake.  This was way too early to be up on a weekend.  He had been out until 2 am the night before after a performance with his string quartet at Carnegie Hall.  They had premiered a piece by some up-and-coming young composer that Brian wasn’t a huge fan of, but it wasCarnegie Hall after all.  He groaned as the drinks from the after-party the night before pounded from the inside of his head.  Food.  He should probably eat food.  He mentally ravaged the inside of his refrigerator.  There was still leftover lobster from a fancy restaurant gig he had played a few days before.  Lobster for breakfast. It would have to do. He had achieved quite a bit of success as a musician, but he still relied on free food for most of his meals.  The thought briefly wandered through his mind: What would have happened if he had pursued that electrical engineering degree his mother had wanted? He sighed at the thought of his mother, bless her soul.  She had been so proud of him, but she had so wanted him to carry on his father’s business.  He groaned as the doorbell rang.  It would be his manager.  He prepared himself for business talk, something he’d never been good at.  Maybe in a different life.

 

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February 5, 2011 - Posted by | flash fiction, stories, writings | , , , , ,

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