A third short story in my series, 100 words:
These last hours seem to drag on. Each minute packed with anticipation and delight. I am surrounded by good friends. Just hours before we had wrestled with the dawn and sleep in our eyes; hit the road with laughter and music blaring from the stereo. The noise escalates as this adopted community grows, bound together by a common interest; the reason we are here. The beer goes down well as the sun sets, our hearts are warmed. Then; we hear that crunching guitar sound; the frontman screams in the microphone, “TOUCH!” The crowd excitingly jumps. The rock show has begun!
By Darrel Hofland
Word Count: 100 words