Requirement: 150 words +/- 10, use a photo as a prompt and include “a puppy.”
The photo is of Enrico Caruso with a phonograph. You can see it here.
There’s a scratch in “Hey, Jude.” A tiny pop, really.
I sit in the middle of the living room rug. Cross-legged, like when I was a little girl.
My phonograph was a bright-blue, portable model then. I played “Spoonful of Sugar” over and over. Tormenting my parents. When it ended, I plopped the needle back at the beginning.
Like I’m doing now. And I listen, and wait for the pop. There it is.
We all wonder, have we made a mark on the world. But we make so many. Some more pronounced, like a family or a work of art or raising a puppy to a big dog. But so, so many are imperceptible, tiny bits. Dust. Air. Things we touch. Smells. Scratches on records.
The phone rings. I don’t answer. It will be more condolences.
I place the needle back at the beginning and wait for the pop on your record.
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