June 29, 2010
Today's theme is "music."
The Cello Case
The black leather cello case stood upright in the upstairs room’s darkest corner. Joey had been deposited on the brass bed by his mother, “time for your nap.”
Afternoon sun slanted through a dormer window and avoided the case, which most certainly contained a body. And the case had a heartbeat, albeit soft and musical, like a low violin.
Joey ducked under the covers, sleepless. The thing belonged to his uncle, who had never said two words to Joey. Something was wrong with the soft music. It dragged. Joey peeked out and the cello case wobbled and fell over, thump!
Posted by: Don Bagley at July 7, 2010 12:08 AM · Permalink
“I swear to the Gods of Rock”, Dillon hissed under his ragged breath, “...if I ever get out of this one, I'm done.” The words kept repeating themselves in the veteran music idol's head like a mantra.
Another blast of highly concentrated ion particles, strangely shaped like musical notes blasted a hole in the steel table that Dillon had upturned for cover, just on his left. Taking a deep breath, the Virtuoso Vigilante slung his 1968 Fender Stratocaster ( blessed by Hendrix himself, mind you) around...aimed...and strummed hard.
It's a long way to the top, if ya wanna rock and roll.
Posted by: Mark M at July 21, 2010 1:21 AM · Permalink