Iggy Pop

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

He felt that by simply buying the record, he was committing a sin.  Later in life, wags would ask if it was “some weird sin.”  Clever.

He sister had not listened to ‘weird music,’ and neither had any of her friends.  The idea of felling anxious over buying a record would have been foreign to them.  In fact, it would never have crossed their minds.

He stared at the cover.  A shirtless, unwell, silver man against a deep brown background.  The back featured photos of the man and his assistants looking like criminals.  Looking like the older kids who hung around downtown.

He bought the record, and the angular woman behind the counter congratulated him on his taste.  No-one had ever done that before.  Of either sex.

He brought the record home.  Removing the vinyl from its sleeve, he saw a plain white dust sleeve, which made him all the more nervous.  The people at the record company didn’t seem aware of how strange their product was.

He put the record on the turntable, and flicked a few switches.  The needle dropped.  Immediately, Iggy Pop jumped out of the groove and chased him around the room.  His parents were so upset when they came home.  He had eaten all their food.

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