The DJ leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. He didn’t even have to put together a track list anymore. Just grab a few Bruno Mars songs to get things going, throw in some Rihanna to stir up the crowd and finally a dash of old Aerosmith when everyone’s paired off. The last song, though, always eluded him.
He ground the cigarette under his feet and glanced up at his daughter’s dress hanging from the fire escape. Maybe he’d play a certain song by Taylor Swift. Yes. The one called Never Grow Up.
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It’s that time of the week again! Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The photo that inspired this story is below:
glossarch 
Different and well-written, Danny.
janet
Well written, and poignant this week as I watched my boy graduate. Time is fleeting and you really captured that in this piece.
Dear Danny,
It’s hard for daddies to see their little girls grow up. You told this one’s story quite well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Awww..so sweet 🙂
Well done! Poignant.
Alas, they do.
And then they are even better.
Cool story.
wonderful… yes the last song is always the worst…. I thought you would go for woman in red (earworm warning)
Fabulous character & conflict.
Your conflict was concealed very well until the end and then BAM! What a great idea!