Looking across the water, he could see the blue glow of the stadium. He thought he could feel the dull thud of the drums as they shook the ground, but he wasn’t sure. He should have been there. They had bought the tickets for the show together, giddy with excitement that they would be the ones attending the concert, earning jealous looks from all their friends. She had introduced him to the band, showing him what real music was like, and he had fallen in love with it immediately.
Last night they had found her corpse, strangled, carelessly tossed aside into the woods. His world shattered.
Now he stood staring at the concert hall, longing to be there with her, feel the music together. He knew he could never have done it alone.
© 2016
Friday Fictioneers, 13 May 2016
Photo prompt provided by Ceayr
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