Not really a story, no title as yet. just a brief description of a character i'm developing.
William Porrige. william grew up in an odd family the 3rd son and 4th child in a family of 7 children william was always the odd one out because he could not whistle.
The remainder of his siblings and father could whistle so well that they could blow symphonic and jazz pieces together in perfect harmony and tempo.
during his youth they traveled for hours by car no radio playing just whistling, which william could not take part in. william always sees himself as odd, never his family, which most people see as very eccentric.
may have willim go to college to study music and have this put him at odds with his family.
i need an analogy for the whistling, need a way to see his 'life lesson' whatever that may be.
Openig line: William Porrige was odd and not only because of his last name.