flash fiction

Just Music… – Flash Fiction

This is a piece I recently wrote on a creative writing course.

Just Music…

Daniel lived inside his record player. This was a place in which he felt safe; a world in which he belonged.

Daniel did not fit in at home – and he certainly did not fit in at school. In the eyes of his classmates, Daniel was a weirdo; an oddball; the freak who lurked at the back of the classroom, headphones blaring.

The only place in which Daniel felt like he really belonged was his bedroom. He would lay on his bed, letting the sounds of Darkside of the Moon and Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band wash over him.

Daniel’s record player was an escape; a portal to another world; a world in which he was a part of something. No more small talk; no more excruciating eye-contact; no more awkward handshakes; no more social anxiety; just music…

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