Better not kill the groove

I’ve been trying my hand at flash fiction. Rather clumsily, if I’m being honest. The following is part of a writing exercise that only said “write a story, any story, in 250 words or less, that feature the words/ideas ‘jockey’ and ‘coaster’ (or some variation thereof).

Bobby didn’t lift his head until he had slid the crossfader all the way to the right. He had queued up Uptown Funk, matched the beats, and was ready…