So, FM found a challenge, write a story in 69 words. His was great, so I decided not to try too hard with mine, and came up with this. It probably won’t make much sense to anyone who isn’t Irish, and of a certain age.
She sits on the bus. Head moving, ever so slightly, in time to the music. MP3 player making her smile – creating a world of joy out of a dreary commute.
Once in a while her lips will form words, when she can’t resist the urge. But always soundless, always silent. Because you can’t sing along. It wouldn’t be right.
Not when you’re listening to Johnny Logan’s Hold Me Now.