Write On Edge Prompt: This week you have 350 words to craft a fiction or creative non-fiction piece inspired by a specific song. The song does not have to appear in your piece, but please include the title and artist at the beginning or end of your piece, so we have the option of listening to the song. This is non-fiction.
When I was sixteen, Sunday mornings would usually find me working my part-time job at a local fast food restaurant. My job was preparing the salad bar and the "fixins" (lettuce, tomatoes, onions, pickles) for the hamburgers. I would gather up the jars, cans, boxes and carry them to my station, where I would cut heads of lettuce, slice tomatoes, etc., to get them ready for the customers. It wasn't difficult. It was tedious. I had to prepare enough to last all day, and that was a lot of tomatoes.
I was a choir nerd back then. I loved to sing. I was shy about my voice in public, however, and reluctant to let anyone else hear me sing. I sang my heart out whenever I was alone, whenever the mood hit me, whenever I could. If I couldn't hide among the other voices in the room, however, I was silent.
On this particular Sunday, I was alone in the room, slicing tomatoes, and the song "Amazing Grace" popped into my head. It's a powerful, uplifting song with clean, crisp notes, and without even really thinking about it, I started singing. I let myself fall into the melody, closing my eyes, the knife poised over a fresh red tomato. I was lost in the music.
"...Was blind, but now I see..."
I let the last note linger until I ran out of breath. Then, serene, I started slicing vegetables once more.
"That was just lovely, Tina."
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the fry cook's voice, my inner anxiety monologue getting immediately hysterical. How long had he been standing there? What did he hear? Did I go flat? I bet that I went flat. Flat is bad. Is he going to make fun of me now? I don't think that I can stand tha--hey, did he just say that he liked it? He liked it!
"Thanks." I went back to slicing the tomatoes, a smile on my face. It was a good day.