On a humid August night, walking down a crowded street off the boardwalk, I spot him. Dark shoulder-length hair. Scraggly beard. That famous face I recognize from videos and CD covers. It's him! Vacationers rush by, clueless in their pursuit of saltwater taffies and beach tees. I move off to the side, stealing glances while deciding what I should do. Approach him? Tell him I love his music? His little girl, standing beside him, whispers something in his ear. He smiles. The guy's a rock icon, yeah — but he's also just a dad on vacation. So I let him be.
Lori Cramer's short prose has appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, (mac)ro(mic), MoonPark Review, Unbroken Journal, and elsewhere. Her work has been nominated for Best Microfiction. Find Lori online at loricramerfiction.wordpress.com and on Twitter @LCramer29.