Drabble 8

feature a horn

"Hey, Clara," Sandra called out after band was dismissed, "can I get a lift home?"

"Sure," I smiled, "let's see if your oversized violin will fit— Tight," I gasped, "but it's in, let's do it!"

"Not here," Sandra smirked, "later, if you play your cards right! You can come in, learn to finger my... strings, and I'll blow your—"

I blushed and turned away.

"Lighten up," she teased, leaning close, "unless... Oh. My. God! You're — I won't say—"

She slipped. Minty breath whooshed out.

Her face was in my lap when the horn blared.

Everyone laughed.

My life was over.

100 Words.