100 Word Challenge No. 29: My Way

   In between clicks and pops the warm sound of good old vinyl fills the room as Frank Sinatra crooned over the phonograph singing something about the end being near. Slumped over the lazy boy with eyes closed, he tries to soak it all in as if conjuring Ol’ Blue Eyes for one last show. He gestures with his hands as the music played on and bled outside the bustling city. A passing postman synced in a hum or two as Frank went on, something about the curtains being final. In between clicks and pops, a gunshot chimes from the inside.




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