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All Apologies
Posted on June 25, 2019 Leave a Comment
Sam exited onto I-94 and headed toward home. She couldn’t help but feel like a star-crossed co-ed returning to college on the heels of a whirlwind summer romance. She was traversing that excruciating expanse between exquisite heartache and ominous responsibility. It was a most agonizing and sickening space to be—mourning a past and future that […]
Lipstick Sunset
Posted on May 29, 2019 Leave a Comment
Bending down, and resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder, Sid whispered into her ear, “So are you the newest member of Gray Davidson’s band?” Sam reached around his neck and pulled him into her nook even further. She stuck her tongue into his ear, swirled it a bit, and whispered, “Yes, but I’d rather tour […]
To Be Someone (Didn’t We Have a Nice Time) 2
Posted on April 8, 2019 Leave a Comment
Sam contemplated not telling him at all. How would he ever know? How would any of them ever know? It’s not like she’d bump into them at a concert in Budapest or Berlin. And as far as they all knew, she’d already resigned herself to a purgatorial existence in Eau Claire slinging wine, coffee, and song. It’s […]
Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money) 2
Posted on March 18, 2019 Leave a Comment
The space smelled rich, like some combination of cologne, cigar smoke, and Rolex watches. Sam assumed the omniscient redolence was the result of a burning candle or two. Her eyes darted all over, but she didn’t spot any. Gray himself smelled like some combination of cologne, gin, and Italian suits steam-pressed in expensive European cigarette smoke—a stark contrast to Sid’s deodorant, sweat, […]
To Be Someone (Didn’t We Have a Nice Time)
Posted on February 15, 2019 Leave a Comment
Kenny nodded and followed Sam on stage. Sid balanced his guitar against the far wall then spun to fetch his bass. Sam snatched Sid’s Fender bass guitar from its case at the rear of the stage. As she approached, not missing a beat, or a step, she tossed it at him from ten feet away. With a look of […]
Man in the Moon
Posted on January 12, 2019 Leave a Comment
Sam was relieved that she and Sid had screwed in the shower before the festivities. By her estimation, there was no way he could possibly be anything but spent and hammered, like she was. Maud was leaning against Kenny, who was leaning against the light pole. It was evident that everyone was drunk, stoned, weary, or D. All […]
Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots of Money)
Posted on January 7, 2019 Leave a Comment
“So, it feels like we’re international rock stars, right?” Sam muttered as she bent over to rest her guitar in its case. Sid, high on applause, adulation, and Heineken, reached up her skirt and squeezed her left ass cheek with his capable right hand. “Sid!” Sam screeched and she went bolt upright. “Yes, how can I help you?” Sid asked with an innocent boyish expression on his face. Sam softly slapped his stubbly cheek, […]
You Can’t Go Home Again
Posted on December 4, 2018 Leave a Comment
Either Kenny or Maud had already brewed a fresh pot of coffee. Sam grabbed a mug off the lattice of wooden knobs protruding from the wall above the sink. She filled it to nearly overflowing with the essential onyx liquid. She snatched a stroopwafel from the package and headed for the sofa beckoning her to the other end of the room. She set her cup […]
Another One Bites the Dust
Posted on October 23, 2018 Leave a Comment
Kenny, for his part, was mostly a stand-and-play musician. There was little pretense, if any, in his performance. He was a rock ‘n’ roll disciple testifying from the black triangular dais as fervently as anyone Sam had ever seen. The gospel of bluesy rock & roll he preached into the microphone had entranced not only […]
I Strike the Lightening You Clap the Thunder
Posted on October 4, 2018 Leave a Comment
Sam was standing on a stage in the largest record shop in Amsterdam gazing out at a packed house. Hundreds of live music fans, some sitting, some standing, were gazing back in utter silence. She debated whether to regale them with her Samantha Fox intro, but she had no way of gauging how many of them were familiar with ‘80s pin-up […]
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