Archives
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 […]
Opening Sequence…
Posted on January 10, 2019 Leave a Comment
From their booth near the back of the room, Julia was staring blankly in the general direction of the stage. Musicians were scurrying about like ants, plugging in chords and fiddling with mic stands. In the periphery, hipster guys and pixie gals were pouring in from the street to squat at the choicest upfront tables. […]
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 […]
Blake Charles Donley 