By David Lowis
“What is that you’re playing?” He’d adopted the contemptuous tone he used when he wanted to lecture about something: tidying my room; eating unhealthily; drinking too much; swearing. The list goes on.
“It’s called Heavy Metal.”
“Please…can you turn it down?”
The big ending arrived and I threw my head forward in time to the closing boom. During the brief silence between tracks, his eyes scolded me for my disobedience. Drums and a heavy riff launched the next song and I grinned, taunting him with my air guitar.
“Come on, Dad, I’m trying to get my homework done,” he said.
Brilliant!! The message behind it is quite sad, but brilliant
Droll but touching. I like it.
Brilliant!
Sad and disturbing.
The story is disturbing how? Assuming you’re referring to the story.
I would have believed this story exept for one little tiny word – HOMEWORK! There isn’t a young whippersnapper out there that does a lick of “homework” much less homework that would require concentration disrupted by a heavy metal band. Shucks, teens today can multi-task so many chores that it boogles the mind of this old codger. You realize that they can communicate by typing with only their thumbs while puffing on a vaping thing-a-ma-job, weaving in and out of crowds on their hover boards, and, listening to some poetry called rap… (was this under 101??)
It was very difficult to tell who the first person was in this story. I’d like to know who was playing the heavy-metal!
Loved the unexpected ending!
Clever.
Nice one! There’s life in us oldies yet…
I like it, I like it! A very clever twist. As a parent, I can relate to it!