As he had promised, Saturday evening he was under her window with 2 drummers, 4 guitarists, 6 trumpeters, and 8 vocalists. Romantic clamour ensued. All the windows on the street opened, but hers.
‘Keep singing boys!’ he said, undaunted.
An hour later, a crone appeared at the window.
This week I’m republishing some of my favorite 50-word stories.