The Broom (NN 2021). --non writer--

One day long time ago there was this man sitting next to the road.

He was selling fruits and some-bead work, but behind him stood a broom.

I begged my parents, please, I want this broom.

I reckoned it was a cheap, lousy old thing anyway.

And then, one day, I stood before my mirror as teenagers do, and I started singing and playing air guitar with the broomstick.

And then suddenly I was a bit older, and I was a rock star!

No, no ... this is no imagination.

I felt the lights, I heard the thundering screams of the fans.
I played the show in my bedroom and ended up leaping off the bed.
The press went crazy, and boy did they line up for autographs.
And then the door opens.
"Is your room almost clean? What are you doing with that broomstick ... what are you hiding from us"?

They say there are many dimensions, in one I sold millions of records, signed countless autographs and watched the tears as my band-mates drifted away.

In another I'm just me - a student of the mysterious universe.

Let me show you something I hide under my bed.
What could it be?
It's the floor that needs sweeping?

Nah, I think dusty is the "new normal" today.

- End -

a reply to: halfoldman

I enjoyed that