OK, all...here it is, Friday again. Where does the time go ?? Write flashing piece of fiction , 55 words only, and then go taunt G-man with it! hahahahahahaha....Here's mine!
The strains of a piece of melancholy jazz wafted through the empty apartment. Resisting the urge to change the station , he understood instantly why she’d gone. The jazz was speaking to him…subtly, seductively. He started to nod, imperceptibly, to the sounds. Nothing here but music now, Charlie Parker washing the dirt from his soul.