The Drum and the Harp (99 Words)
The whole city was in the city hall, I swear, to hear Bob and Kevin face off. Those two had been at each other’s throats since they were first neighbors, and it was time something was done.
Bob brought his drum and Kevin brought his harp.
“That’s a girl’s toy,” said Bob.
“Alright then,” said Kevin. “Any old baby can beat a drum.”
How we were going to settle who was the best I don’t know. But there never was such fun and by the end of it, Kevin and Bob were exhausted, sore-fingered, breathless and the fastest friends.
Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge about flying fingers. Check it out!