This week's 300-word flash fiction prompt is:
Here's my offering:
Rock Groupies
I scored the tickets over a year ago. I've been following this band since I was a kid, and believe me, that was a long time ago. They've been playing shows at their residency theater, The Rock Palace, as long as I can remember. We set out the next day, because the concert was all the way across town. It was a long, slow trek, but well worth it. By the end of the first week, we'd made it to the end of our street. I hadn't seen our neighbor Joey Rock in ages. He was on his way back from a trip to his mailbox to pick up last week’s mail. We chatted for a few hours, but I had to cut it short. There was no way I was going to be late for the show. After all, we had another two miles to go and less than a year to get there. We stopped a few times along the way to do some sightseeing, spending a day looking at a nicely pointed stone wall, and another day appreciating the weathering on the statue in the town square. But always, I hustled us along. Finally, the day arrived and we made our way in to find our spot before the show started. I had splurged and gotten us tickets right down front. But, little did I know we'd be right in the middle of a whole bunch of groupies. These stoners had been planted there so long they were covered with moss! And, as if their lack of hygiene wasn't bad enough, I really, really hate it when people sing along out loud.