“Sudhi, did you know MacMurchie Bagpipe makers are setting up shop in our town? Pick you in half hour, stay ready.”
Sid was a bag pipe afficionado. He wanted to be a professional bag piper. We had laughed, “An Indian bag piper! Brother, you won’t have money enough for food forget about a bag pipe.” Today, I knew Sid would drag me kicking and screaming, if need be.
“MacMurchie’s Bag Pipe” was displayed in the small one room store. A heavy set man, wearing a Tee shirt and sporting a base ball cap was standing behind a counter.
“That’s a bagpipe” said Sid excitedly.
“Yes, boys what brings you here, this morning?”
“Are you David MacMurchie? I want to be a professional bag piper.”
“I am their local representative. What do you know about MacMurchie’s any way?”
“I know, that handcrafted MacMurchie bag pipes are sold in three continents.”
“Well! I am looking for a knowledgeable local to sell our bag pipes. Interested in a job? If you do well, I may help you go to good music school in Scotland.”
Could Sid have had a better break? May be miracles do happen, if we want something badly enough.
Word Count : 199
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Sep 8th, 2018, for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! For other stories on the theme, look here.
Credit for photo prompt goes to C.E. Ayr.