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.

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

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Easy rhymes.

Simple song to play.

Trash.

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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.