Flash Fiction #290 – Kitsch

Flash Fiction #290 – Kitsch

A measure of music found its way into Dr. Flow’s head. It wasn’t edgy like his others. But the earworm melody hooked him.

For months, the measure played in his head, his heart, his fingers. Then, one night at 3 am, the song spilled out.

Easy rhymes.

Simple song to play.

Trash.

Dr. Flow tossed the composition into the bin. In most realities, in the trash is where it stayed. But in this one, Let Light Find Me was uncrumpled by his violin-playing wife and is the beloved smash hit we still listen to today.