My original intention was to
title today’s Friday Flash fiction Foggy Mental Breakdown in honor of the
Steppenwolf song. But I was struggling
powerful. The words just would not come. Then for some reason, I started
thinking about wise old owl and his buddy raccoon. So, I stopped by Craig’s
blog and read his story. Next thing I knew I was humming Led Zeppelin and
writing about bluegrass music. Go figure.
This week’s beautiful (and
inspiring) photo is courtesy of Maggie Duncan.
Misty Mountain Hop
“Where’s that noise coming from?”
“What noise? I don’t hear anything.”
“It sounds like an owl playing fiddle and a raccoon on banjo.”
“You can hear all that? What you been smoking, man?”
“Nothing—I swear. It’s coming from that foggy holler between them hills.”
“If you could hear music—and I ain’t saying you can—what makes you think it’s being
played by animals?”
“It’s upbeat and adventurous with a hint of sorrow.”
“So, that’s not unusual for bluegrass.”
“This is special music, not ordinary bluegrass. Powerful medicine for
children.”
“Oh, I hear it now. That’s Craig Towsley’s place.”
