(PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields)
The policeman had an irritatingly uninterested air about him.“Led Zeppelin again? What number was it this time?” Venky realised it was a futile attempt to convince the skeptical cop about his singularly unusual ‘predicament.’
Night after night, Venky had woken up to a cacophony of rock music thundering from the front of his garage. A makeshift stage miraculously appeared, along with a pair of Matterhorn speakers. It was always Led Zeppelin and only he could hear them.
After one song, normalcy resumed as stage & speakers disappeared as mysteriously as they had appeared. Last night it was “The Immigrant Song.”
(Word Count: 100)
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