Monday, March 17, 2014

Flash 8: A Bite of Blues

A Bite of Blues
Graeme Smith

The guy on the corner looked up, and his sax switched to ‘Stormy Monday’. I wondered if the ghost of T-Bone was laughing as the New Orleans rain began to fall. The Walker was OK, but this was the Big Easy. Not Linden-Texas. So I eased over. “You know any Jelly-Roll?”

He looked sad. “All I got’s the Wolverine Blues.”

I shrugged. “That’s fine.” I waved a fifty.

The full moon showed his flush, like he had fever. The rain washed over the hair springing from his face. The last thing I heard was the echo of his howl.

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Susan Bernhardt said...

Very soulful, Graeme! I enjoyed this very much! Thank you.

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S. Willett said...

No mistaking this unique voice. This short is counted in my top ten.

Cellophane Queen said...

Nice combo of NOLA dark and wolfman.