The muted muffle coming from the old record player was just dire.  We cleared off the dust inches, changed the stylus, rewired the speakers, to no avail; Pink Floyd still sounded like two lost souls singing in a fishbowl … Wish it were here! But the turntable is spinning its way to the big juke box in the sky.

(58-Word Micro-Story)

Micro-Story inspired by Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #185 Dire. Please click through if you too would like to join in.

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