Judas

(c) Ted Strutz
(c) Ted Strutz

He picks up the electric guitar. The change of the sound hits me in the gut. Even my goosebumps are amplified. It feels like audio sparks going off. The power is spreading out from his guitar, down the stage, over the crowd. But not all of the crowd. A group of traditionalists are trying to drown out the music with their boos.

The guy next to me shouts traitor. A surge of powerful anger runs through me, jolts me into action.

‘Shut up or leave.’

Because I like it. I love it. I know I’ve seen the future. I’m electrified.

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I wrote Judas for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click here to read more stories inspired by the photo prompt.

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