Flash Fiction – and it turned out to be Raspberry Jam


 

 

 

Derek put down his trumpet and asked, “What do you think of that?”

“Far out, Man, “whispered Clive.  “It were great.”

“It was certainly the best piece of improvised Jazz I’ve heard in a long time,” agreed Clare.  “But I don’t understand why you made that vulgar noise in the middle.”

“It sort of went with the mood,” said Derek.

Clive nodded his approval and murmured, “Cool.”

“Well, I think it spoils it and should be taken out.”

Derek studied the three members of his trio carefully.  Clare, the clarinettist was the most recent addition and had classical training, but he had known the drummer, Clive, since childhood.  “It stays in,” he said.  After all this was a democracy.

The remainder of the rehearsal centred on what the piece should be called and it turned out to be Raspberry Jam.

 

 

 

 

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