This is an extract of the ninth and final story from the series Short Stories and Other Things…
There Must Be More To Life Than This (extract)
That day I was Freddie Mercury, but I don’t own a guitar so I played the air instead. With my hip-shaking and my perma-tan the crowd loves me.
As they roar incessantly I have the time of my life. The shopkeeper refuses to play Brian May, just hands me back my change. “Have a nice day, Mr. Mercury”, he says and turns around to serve Brenda, my next-door neighbour.
It was a day like any other.
As I leave the shop, he claps twice then half-extends his arms, palms facing out. I guess he never learnt how to rock, man.
I’m walking to the station when I see her standing on her usual corner, performing to perfection the job she’s getting paid to do. Her mini-dress and exposed flesh defy the chill in the spring air and I admire her persistence. I could be that woman, except she’s holding a sign that reads Burger King open as usual. Next to her, a guy holds a sign that offers air-guitar lessons. Perhaps one day I’ll pluck up the courage to learn for real, but for now I’m content to carry on being Freddie Mercury, hoping no-one notices when I mistake D for G on my air-guitar. I just wish I had my Brian May, but that day I’d split up with my boyfriend so I was pretty much alone.[…]
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