Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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Now—thirty some odd years later—I share a room with three other seniors, and I'm the only one of us who knows it. A little clock radio by my bed is just out of reach, and it's always on. The custodian, all smiles, makes sure it's set to 96.3. He likes classical music, and The Phantom is the best, he says. I know it. I mean, "The Music of the Night" I know by heart, 'cause it plays three or four or five times a day on the radio and endlessly in my head.

First published in Lowestoft Chronicle, May 31, 2014.